A light in the street

The word went around as soon as it was morning: Nour died last night! She had been carried off by the flu… Nour was a woman from Madagascar, with no fixed address, about fifty years old. She had settled up against the outer wall of the train station, surrounded by cardboard boxes, a mattress, and […]

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At the foot of Crosses

For months now, where you live, where I live, it is already Good Friday: When will it end, The long agony of the peoples, The massacre of innocents? Every day is a lottery. Will we still be alive This evening, tomorrow? Fear in our gut, facing our daily lot: bombs and mines. Crowds in their […]

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