It’s not exactly “la vie en rose” around here right now – the atmosphere is tense and uncertain – and yet, today everyone went about their business, despite the tragedy of yesterday. The supermarket was as packed as ever, lines long and shoppers pushy. Nothing has changed and yet, everything has, again.
I have friends who are scared, nervous to go out and all I can think of is the Battle of Britain and the blitzkrieg during World War II. No one stopped what they were doing then to be afraid; no one stopped living. They refused to give in to the fear and from that defiance, gained strength. I’m of the same mind – “fuck ’em” (excuse the “french”).
I told my girls that these terrorists are cowards – they cannot really fight the greatest militaries on earth – really, what are you going to do with your little machine gun when you are facing an Abrams tank? I have told my children to not be afraid, to not let these “punk-ass chumps” (I was a little upset at the time) steal their joy of life. Because that is what they are truly after – our joy. And I will be damned if I let them take that – I am living in the city of my dreams – I get to go to the Louvre and Musee D’Orsay any time I want – I get to have long, wine filled lunches at sidewalk cafes – and they cannot take that away from me.
I had dear friends around the areas of the attacks last night – we are the lucky ones because everyone made it home safely. And I have a candle burning in my window tonight to honor the ones who didn’t get home. But when there is a march – and trust me, the French will march – I will be there, this time with signs. And I will not be afraid.