SATURDAY 2PM – UZMA RAFIQI'm getting frustrated sitting up here in my room. All the television channels seem to be in French, except for one showing old black and white films, and the battery on my phone is now completely dead. It scares me to think that most of my money is inside the suitcase, together with all my clothes and my laptop, and I still haven't done anything about trying to locate it.
I've been waiting for my only set of underwear to dry on the radiator, having washed them in the sink with some lavender soap, but I can't keep doing this every day. I feel grubby already, having to wear the same clothes as yesterday.
Swinging my legs off the bed, I get dressed, lace up my Converse trainers and make up my mind to stop being a f*****g wimp about everything. Madame Joubert might
