I look on

This Friday the 13th is definitely memorable. I got home, plopped down on the couch for a few moments and then I saw it. Another group of terrorists attacked a large city and mercilessly murdered people just enjoying the beginning of their weekend. People having a drink, enjoying a soccer game, eating some food.

Later, I found out a nurse who worked with one of my classmates overseas, a father, an all around good guy, was also killed by terrorists recently, in another large city.

It just makes me wonder why people say, "They were killed because..." I think of my own "becauses": woman, white, wrong neighborhood, wrong car, wrong hair color, too much money (or sometimes not enough). I feel vulnerable.

The rationale doesn't make sense anymore. Evil and defense are uncomfortably overlapping with lives of people not bothering anyone, just trying to live, make a living and exist.

I pray for peace, because that's the most basic thing we are sorely lacking. A little extra insight for everyone wouldn't hurt, either.

Peace to you all, and may you live (safely) wherever you dare go.

God bless us everyone.

A mes amis en France: je t'aime tous.