A magnificent account of a French adventure surviving a terrorist attack in Nice. From the hand of a 17-year-old who writes well beyond her years.
I don’t like to talk about it, which is probably why it’s taken me a little while to address it. For one, it doesn’t tend to come up in conversation. For another, it’s so absolutely strange that it opens a cavern of difference between myself and others.
I’ve mentioned before on this blog that sometimes we live in separate, parallel worlds of existence. These parallel worlds overlap in the similarities we discover between us. Other times, it is impossible to understand another person’s parallel world, asI’ve mentioned in the case of understanding poverty. There are just some events you’ve experienced which can move your parallel world somewhere far, far away from everyone else. I think soldiers who come back from war experience this, or other victims of trauma. On a more positive note, astronauts returning from space or even those who are colorblind see the world in indescribably unique…
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