astro que flameja
12/01/15
In Paris
On the eve of an identity nightmare, the instincts of French men and women flickered reassuringly like lights about to be restored after a power cut. But today there are still great swathes of obscurity and sooner or later, as we fumble in the dark, announcing our whereabouts in ever more strident, anxious tones, we’re going to mistake someone in the building for the person he isn’t.
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