“Hey, Jew! asks the seller opposite, who has laid out straight on folding tables, household products, pairs of socks, dishwashing liquid or padlocks, all displayed at 2 euros. “Hi,” replies Lev with a wave of his hand. (name has been changed), gray beanie and surgical mask under his chin, as he unpacks joggers and hoodies from his white utility. It is a little after 8 a.m. this winter Sunday at the Lochères market in Sarcelles (Val-d’Oise), in the Paris region. The hall planted at the foot of the Cité du Grand-Ensemble and the dozens of fairground stands that surround it are slowly awakening.
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