Francois runs into Ahmed, an old pal from grad school, at Le Pain Quotidien near their old university.
Ahmed: Terrible, what happened in Paris, no?
Francois: Awful. But, I am not Charlie. What I am, actually, is that I am sick to the pit of my stomach. And, you, you don’t need to feel sorry.
Ahmed: I am not sorry. Just feel like people need to own up to what is done in their name.
Francois: Well, it is not like people have chosen the men who committed the crime as their representatives in some kind of election or referendum. On the other hand, Continue reading