“has acabo evitar lo que ocurrió en París, no?
you just missed what happened in Paris, huh?
the second time I heard it, I felt off. should I be grateful my world turned this way? they were just going to a concert, just watching soccer, just meeting friends, just having a drink.
I stood on the second floor of the CLM, elbows on the balconey, and bowed my head. The man below, his voice cracked as he spoke in a language I only half call my own.
Maybe some prayed, prayers of thanksgiving it wasn’t them or their loved ones, prayers of desperation for what’s to come, prayers of peace-I don’t know.
I leaked salt water from my lens.
I don’t understand it all, any of it. The way the world has responded in part shows how blind we all are. Should we pray to change that?
Is she alive-that woman I met in Lisbon who had sailed from her French home?
I only know this: Paris showed me peace and joy. The whole human race deserves that. What was this all for?
Will we break ourselves trying to fix this?