"On the evening of November 13th 2015, I was in a restaurant on Republique square in Paris. The dinner was about to finish when I heard police sirens. Too many for being a routine operation. I immediately thought that something unusual was happening. I ended up in front of the Bataclan. There was a frightening silence, interrupted by the loud noise of shootings. No one could imagine the horror that was occurring inside.
When, in retrospect, I think about the situation, I feel strange. I was very close to the scene but at the same time so far. I was so far from the victims, from these kids, men,...