Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Seloncourt is no joke. I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day, ya know? But nah, the universe had other plans.
First off, I hit the streets of Rue de la République. It was like a freakin’ circus out there! People rushin’ everywhere, cars honkin’ like they were in a race. I swear, if I had a euro for every time someone almost ran me over, I’d be rich. Like, c’mon, folks! It’s not a demolition derby!
So, I’m walkin’ past the Place de la Mairie, right? And I see this old dude, probably in his 80s, tryin’ to cross the street. He’s shufflin’ along like he’s in slow-mo. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, hurry up before you become a pancake!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past him, nearly takin’ him out. I’m like, “What the heck, man?!” I rush over, help the old guy, and he’s all grateful, sayin’ I’m a hero or somethin’. I’m just like, “Nah, man, just doin’ my job.” But inside, I’m feelin’ like a rockstar.
Then, I head down to Rue des Écoles. There’s this café, Le Petit Café, where I usually grab my morning fix. But today? The barista, Marie, was in a mood. She spills coffee everywhere, and I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ not to laugh. She looks at me, all flustered, and I’m like, “Hey, it’s just coffee, not a crime scene!” She cracks a smile, and I’m like, “See? We’re good!”
After that, I’m cruisin’ by the Parc de la République. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Green grass, kids playin’, dogs runnin’ around. But then I see this group of teenagers, blastin’ music and causin’ a ruckus. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need—more noise!” But then, one of ‘em starts breakdancin’. And I’m like, “Whoa, okay, that’s kinda cool.” I can’t help but cheer him on.
But then, BAM! A frisbee hits me right in the face. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I turn around, and it’s this little kid, lookin’ all innocent. I can’t even be mad. I just laugh it off. “Hey, kid, you owe me a drink!”
Later, I’m walkin’ down Rue de la Liberté, and I spot this street artist. He’s paintin’ this massive mural of the city skyline. It’s dope! I stop to watch, and he catches me. “Wanna try?” he asks. I’m like, “Me? Nah, I’ll just mess it up.” But he hands me a brush anyway. I’m like, “Okay, let’s do this!” I paint a stick figure, and he’s crackin’ up. “Art is subjective, right?”
As the sun starts settlin’, I’m headin’ back to my post. I’m feelin’ all kinds of emotions—happy, annoyed, surprised. Seloncourt is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, but that’s what makes it home.
But then, I hear sirens blarin’. I rush over to the corner of Rue de la Gare. There’s a commotion. Turns out, some guy tried to steal a bike. Classic! The cops are there, and I’m just watchin’ the chaos unfold. I can’t help but chuckle. “Dude, you picked the wrong city for that!”
Finally, I wrap up my shift, headin’ home. I’m exhausted but happy. Seloncourt, you crazy place, you never fail to surprise me. I wouldn’t trade this job for anything. Well, maybe for a lifetime supply of coffee. But that’s it!