We are drinking beers with friends on a Parisian terrasse in Montmartre. A football match is on TV. It’s Friday night. The bar is very crowded.
Suddenly, our phones ring. A friend wants to know if we were safe and tells us about the attacks.
A minute later the football broadcast is interrupted and switches to an information report. In the minutes that follow, only the ring tones of phones and text messages are heard. A strange silence, a sudden seriousness falls over the street and dispels the festive atmosphere. We are all calling, texting, reaching out to our loved ones.… Seguir leyendo »