Allo? Il y a quelqu'un? Please be real.

Marjolaine, in Montreal



I can’t believe it.

I still can’t believe it. I had to walk away and come back, I thought I had finally cracked and gone insane.

But nope, you are out there, this is working, I can read your messages. There are people out there!

Amazing.

This better not by an elaborate prank, because I will find you and I will hurt you. Bad. I’ve learned how to that. I had to learn to do a lot of things.

I don’t have time to explain for now. This is the end of my outing and they’ll start to worry if I come back late. They’re always worried. And anxious. Can’t say I blame them.

I should be back soon. But if this thing, whatever this is, goes offline again, I just want to say a few things:

My name is Marjolaine Fournier. I am alive and well for now. I have food and shelter. Maman, David, Camille, Sophie, all of you, I hope you find this. Because that would mean you are alive, and you would know that I am alive. Please be ok…

Montreal has been sealed off, and the winter has been so harsh. But we are surviving, hundreds of us at the Olympic camps, and I’ve heard of many more people on the rest of the Island. With the cold finally abating, I might go and try to find some of them.

Look at me, still here, still rambleling. It feels like a million years since I’ve typed, since I’ve written, and now I can’t stop. I was so focus on being safe, I can’t believe it’s only been 4 months.

I have to go, stay safe, all of you.

Est-ce qu’il y a des québécois qui lisent ceci? On est encore vivant à Montréal. Je ne sais pas ce que les nouvelles ont annoncé, mais nous ne sommes pas tous infectés, tabarnak! On est encore en vie ici! Ne nous laissez pas crever comme des osti de chiens!

Si vous venez ici, armés vous bien!

Si vous croisez ma famille, dites leur que je les aimes.

Jo