I've been here since January and honestly since then have not thought about crime past those times when I can't remember whether or not I locked my door and when someone brushes me on the tram.But today that changed. Waiting for the tram I noticed a flier taped to the ticket machine. I didn't need to read the words, just the smiling picture was enough to let me know that this was a flier for a missing girl.
And the world shattered.
France as I viewed it ceased to exist - there was crime here, there were sad endings.
As I rode the tram with my friend Darryl to Commerce there were men on board taping the same fliers to every door, their faces heavy and their hands unskilled. I thought only of how their taping wouldn't be able to resist the opening and closing of the doors for long. I guess it's just my training at home to ignore pain in favor of the practical - and when reality here becomes the same I just fall into old habits again...
And the world shattered.
France as I viewed it ceased to exist - there was crime here, there were sad endings.
As I rode the tram with my friend Darryl to Commerce there were men on board taping the same fliers to every door, their faces heavy and their hands unskilled. I thought only of how their taping wouldn't be able to resist the opening and closing of the doors for long. I guess it's just my training at home to ignore pain in favor of the practical - and when reality here becomes the same I just fall into old habits again...
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