D+Baker

Name: **Sarkozy the Baker**

Age: **45**

Gender: **Man**

Occupation: **Baker**

Social Class: **Third Estate**

Financial situation: **Comfortable**

Appearance: **Fat and Chubby**

Location of home and/or business: Must be in the Paris region, but doesn't have to be IN Paris: (Use these maps to find your neighborhood: [|__Map of France__], [|__Map of Paris__] )

Habitual locations: **Paris**

Daily routine: Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits:
 * 1) **Wake up**
 * 2) **Eat Breakfast**
 * 3) **Bake Bread**
 * 4) **Eat Lunch**
 * 5) **Sell Bread**
 * 6) **Come home**
 * 7) **Eat Dinner**
 * 8) **Family time**
 * 9) **Sleep**
 * 1) **Very flexible with time**
 * 2) **Likes to sleep**
 * 3) **No teeth**
 * 4. Loves good food**

Past / Family History: Dad was a baker and grandfather was a baker

Family: **1 kid 1 wife son**
 * I will pass on my bakery to my son**

Social relations with your own other classes (people you deal with or know about in other classes, AND your opinions and feelings about them):

Religion: **Catholic**

Education: **Basic education**

Style of speaking (i.e. formal, "down-to-earth", crude): **strong accent**

Main privileges and/or conflicts: **The rise of bread price is hurting my business**

Portrait (avoid anachronisms -- clothing or objects in your portrait that are from the wrong time period):



First Diary Entry

Today was the same as usual. I woke up and had little breakfast due to the harsh condition in France.As I was waking to the bakery to bake some bread I was still worried about the rises of the price of bread. I knew there wasn't going to be many customers. Even if I was to be the customer I would not buy a thirty dollar bread. When I arrived at my bakery I started making bread with all my effort so I could show my customers that my bread was the best bread in France. Time always flew by if I baked bread. It was already time to have lunch. Today I decided to just skip lunch for myself because the price of the bread rising made our family hard to survive. At 1:00 PM my first customer came in. It seemed as that she was a mother of few children. She had many wrinkles and her face showed how tired she was a mother. She bought a two loaves of bread for her family. She told me that her name was Pénélope Isabel Pierre. As the day went on it was already time for dinner. When I went home dinner was ready. Today was monday which meant it was the day when we had meat. Our family decided that we were going to have meet only on Mondays and Thursdays. The meat was delicious like always. After the mill our family decided we were going to get an early sleep because all Mondays seem long and tiring. This is Sarkozy in 05/14/78 writing another diary to myself wishing good luck for tomorrow. http://www.israelnationalnews.com/News/News.aspx/142140#.TtuX-2Ba9Lo No links. No image. What is THIS link? "The Rise in the Price of Bread in ISRAEL"??!! 7/10

Second Diary Entry

When I woke up and looked out the window I saw nothing much rain. I felt depressed. For some reason I was always tired and depressed when it rained. When I woke up I had to have breakfast because I was starving. I quickly had breakfast and went to my bakery to bake some bread. As I was baking bread the sky was clearing up and it seemed like the rain was going to stop. The rain stopped at exactly 12:00 letting me get home for lunch. Our family never eats a heavy lunch. So eating lunch was very quick. I got to the bakery again and started selling some bread. At 2:00 PM my first customer came in. He looked like a peasant to me. He was wearing like peasant and he talked as if he came out to get something for some one is a higher rank than him. He bought some bread and asked me how my day was. I asked him if he was a peasant but he told me he was a house servant. His name was James Darkwood he was only 14 years old.

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Third Diary Entry

When I woke up I felt a little fresh. I couldn't believe that the revolution was finally over. I woke up very early and woke up everyone in our family. I ate breakfast and went out to bake some bread. When I was baking bread, I have never felt so happy. I was dreaming of this day to come, when the price of bread was normal like before. As I was about to finish baking my wife came to walk with me the way home. We talked and when we came home we had a happy meal. My first customer was a philosopher who looked very poor but he was rich. His name was Alexander Martin. He bought many loaf of breads and left the bakery fast. Today for some reason there were many customers. Customers from the 2nd and the 3rd estate. As the day past on it was already time for dinner. Today was Thursday so I was saving space in my stomach for some meat. When I went home there was plenty of meat for our family to eat. We finished eating dinner and we gathered in the living room. We talked from now how we were going to live our lives.

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