Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a prison warden ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. So, I wake up in my tiny flat on Rue de la République, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I grab my coffee—black, like my sense of humor—and head out.
First thing, I hit the streets of Saint-Aubin-les-Elbeuf. This place, man, it’s got character. You got the Seine flowin’ nearby, and the old buildings just scream history. But lemme tell ya, the vibe today was off. Like, real off.
I get to the prison, and boom! There’s a riot. Yup, a full-on riot. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I needed.” I rush in, and it’s chaos. Inmates are yellin’, throwin’ stuff. I’m like, “Guys, chill! It’s not that serious!” But they don’t listen.
So, I’m tryin’ to calm things down, right? I’m walkin’ through the yard, and I spot this dude, Pierre, who’s always been a pain in my side. He’s got a shiv! I’m like, “Dude, what are you doin’?” He just smirks. I swear, if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.
After what feels like forever, we finally get things under control. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and my heart’s racin’. I step outside for a breather, and guess what? It starts rainin’. Just my luck, right? I’m standin’ there, soaked, thinkin’ about how I could use a drink.
So, I decide to hit up the local café on Rue de la Liberté. Best coffee in town, no joke. I walk in, and the barista, Marie, gives me this look like she knows I’ve had a rough day. She hands me a croissant on the house. Bless her heart! I’m munchin’ away, feelin’ a bit better.
But then, I overhear some locals talkin’ about a new park opening up near the Place de la République. I’m like, “Wait, what? A park?” I’ve been workin’ my butt off, and I didn’t even know! So, I finish my coffee and head over.
The park is packed! Kids runnin’ around, families laughin’. It’s a whole different world. I’m standin’ there, watchin’ the joy, and it hits me—this is what it’s all about. I mean, sure, I deal with the worst of the worst, but out here, life’s good.
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy, Jacques. We used to run around these streets as kids, causing trouble. He’s now a teacher at the local school. We reminisce about the good ol’ days, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s like a breath of fresh air.
But, of course, the day ain’t done yet. I get a call from the prison. There’s been another incident. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?” I rush back, and it’s another mess. I’m fumin’.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head home, and as I walk down Rue de la République, I can’t help but think about how wild life is. One minute you’re dealin’ with chaos, and the next, you’re laughin’ with an old friend.
Saint-Aubin-les-Elbeuf, man. It’s a rollercoaster. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the craziness, it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen next?