5 O'Clock Somewhere: We Will Raise Our Glasses High and Drink Them With Joy

I couldn’t envision not being outside this Saturday, November 14th. After incomprehension, tears, and anger, after being at work all morning, I could not imagine going home.

It was midday when I left the office of the news channel I work for in Paris. No one had slept the night before. It was all shock, anguish, and sadness. The sky was slightly gray and it was warm. People were out and a couple of children were playing in a park. The metro was open and I headed over to a friend’s house because there was no way I could be alone.

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