Кадр выше наш. Полное медиа с Facebook запрошено — подставим его сюда, как только приедет.
💔😤 29 EURO ON MY CARD, MY SON IN OLD TRAINERS AND THE TESCO CHECKOUT GIRL WHO QUIETLY SAID: 'TRANSACTION DECLINED'" I thought long and hard about whether to write this. Because I'm still ashamed to remember that night. My name is Mélusine Deschamps. I'm 33, living in London, in the borough of Hackney, and raising my son alone. He's called Leo. He's eight. For tourists, London is the Tower, the Thames, the red buses, and the photos in front of Big Ben. But for me, London is the Tube that's delayed again. The rent that swallows half my wage. The queues in Tesco after work. And the constant dread that my child will ask for something normal and I'll have to say again: — Not today, love. Next time. I work as a sales assistant in a clothes shop near Oxford Street. Not a boutique. Just a regular shop. I fold t-shirts, hang jackets, tidy the changing rooms after customers, smile when inside I'm already hollow. My salary is £1,100. The rent for the small flat — £640. The Oyster card. Electricit
