Paris, France



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.


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