Bloody Thursday

On Thursday 20th of April blood was shed again in the streets of Paris.

Yes, I am sure blood is shed quite often around here, but this time it was different.

There was a shooting in Champs-Elysées. I'll take the words of the Guardian:

" (...) drove up to a police van on the Champs Elysées at about 9pm on Thursday, got out and shot dead the driver with two bullets to the head, then opened fire at police on the pavement, seriously wounding two[...]. He was shot dead by police while trying to flee on foot after the attack(...)."

People opening fire in the middle of the street...

How do we feel about this? How are we supposed to feel about it?

In a selfish way, we feel relieved and lucky that we weren't there, that it wasn't us. We feel sad about what happened, about people dying like this - yes, we all have to die, but like this?... But what about when we try to distance ourselves from it, when we are cold and try to remain untouched? Does it mean that we are not really processing it?

Shootings like this cannot become the norm.

What can we do to change things?