It is possible to start again after what happened here, but it’s not the same. I’ve been afraid, and I’ve been so angry, because they touched the best aspect of life; they touched the youth of Paris. I’m scared, but at the same time there is a kind of hope. Maybe one week afterwards, it was a Saturday and the whole district was empty. Normally it would be full. My friends and I were in a bar, just drinking. A few people who walked by the bar, they looked at us like we were heroes. They were smiling at us, because we were living. We can still do a lot. We can go to work and go to see friends and go to drink, and know that we have more chance to be killed by a bus, or a car, or some flowers that fall from a balcony than a terrorist attack. We try to be optimistic.
PORTRAIT BY SIMO LIUKKA