It’s been a very grey week here in France with all of the killings. Over and over we heard people saying ‘We never expected something like that to happen here’. The young man reminded me so much of one of my ex pupils (I know that it wasn’t). What happens to make a young man’s life change so much?
Walking down the street I admit that I panicked a little when I saw a scooter on the road close by. Perhaps we receive too much information.
I think that many people from all walks of life have been drawn closer together for a while.
The poem I wrote during the week.