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Project 52 - Week 46 - So much sadness, again...
Place de la République, Paris, France — November 2015
So worst happened in Paris two days ago… There aren’t enough words to describe how I’m feeling right now. Shocked, sad, empty, horrified, frightened, sick,… It started to sink in, but I’m still having a hard time realizing it really did happen.
I live in the 10th arrondissement, very close to Le Petit Cambodge where I went a few times and I enjoy the food they serve. I could have had dinner there yesterday evening, but chose another place, 200 meters from there, because it would be less crowded. I also used to listen to Eagles of Death Metal, so I could have gone to that concert.
There are so many "What if"s going through my head, I can’t stop thinking about it. But life goes on and I’m glad I’m still alive (and no one close to me was hurt).
Friday night was horrible.
Yesterday (Saturday) felt like a giant hangover, watching the news all day, but we managed to go for a little run and catch some fresh air.
When I woke up this morning (Sunday), the sun was shining again in a bright blue sky. I almost felt optimistic.
There were many people outside, enjoying the weather, trying to live on.
I initially planned to post a photo from Rome featuring a stray pirate cat for my Project 52, but I couldn’t, not after what happened. So we went to the Place de la République, where people had gathered to honor the victims of the attacks. That’s where I took this shot.
Afterwards, we went to see the latest James Bond movie, because life has to go on.
However, in the middle of the movie, people starting getting up and running towards the exit. Everyone panicked and followed. People were running in the streets, talking about shootings and hurt people and panicked, we just followed and found shelter in a building nearby. I totally broke down and burst in tears, tears that I had been accumulating for two days.
It turned out as a false alarm (probably triggered by the panic wave from the Place de la République), but it felt horrible. I’ve never been so scared in my life and I don’t want to go through this again.
Anyway, life has to go on. I hope I’ll be strong enough.
Project 52 - Week 46 - So much sadness, again...
Place de la République, Paris, France — November 2015
So worst happened in Paris two days ago… There aren’t enough words to describe how I’m feeling right now. Shocked, sad, empty, horrified, frightened, sick,… It started to sink in, but I’m still having a hard time realizing it really did happen.
I live in the 10th arrondissement, very close to Le Petit Cambodge where I went a few times and I enjoy the food they serve. I could have had dinner there yesterday evening, but chose another place, 200 meters from there, because it would be less crowded. I also used to listen to Eagles of Death Metal, so I could have gone to that concert.
There are so many "What if"s going through my head, I can’t stop thinking about it. But life goes on and I’m glad I’m still alive (and no one close to me was hurt).
Friday night was horrible.
Yesterday (Saturday) felt like a giant hangover, watching the news all day, but we managed to go for a little run and catch some fresh air.
When I woke up this morning (Sunday), the sun was shining again in a bright blue sky. I almost felt optimistic.
There were many people outside, enjoying the weather, trying to live on.
I initially planned to post a photo from Rome featuring a stray pirate cat for my Project 52, but I couldn’t, not after what happened. So we went to the Place de la République, where people had gathered to honor the victims of the attacks. That’s where I took this shot.
Afterwards, we went to see the latest James Bond movie, because life has to go on.
However, in the middle of the movie, people starting getting up and running towards the exit. Everyone panicked and followed. People were running in the streets, talking about shootings and hurt people and panicked, we just followed and found shelter in a building nearby. I totally broke down and burst in tears, tears that I had been accumulating for two days.
It turned out as a false alarm (probably triggered by the panic wave from the Place de la République), but it felt horrible. I’ve never been so scared in my life and I don’t want to go through this again.
Anyway, life has to go on. I hope I’ll be strong enough.