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Atlas – Air France n°89 – November 1973
When one is soft-hearted, as I am, it is no use trying to change. And being soft-hearted, there is no one I despise more than a torturer, especially when his victim is weak.
There were three of us the other day, riding alone together in the Metro during an off-hour: a woman, her little girl of three or four, and I. I perceived at once that this was a child martyr. She was shrieking as she entered the Metro. Continuer la lecture →