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I tend to write light-hearted things on this blog. That’s the way I have always wanted it, because there are far too many people taking themselves far too seriously already, and I don’t want to be one of them. My blog is supposed to make you smile. Sometimes cringe, maybe. But that’s all. And, to me, that’s more than enough.

But today, I can’t really write about anything else than the Paris attacks. Because I am still in shock. Because I used to live in Paris. Because somehow I naively believed that we were dealing with a few ‘lone wolves’ rather than such a well-organised terrorist organisation. Because I still can’t believe that what has happened has actually happened. A part of me still expects the whole thing to be a nightmare. Let’s face it, it could have been any of us having a drink on a terrace, or attending a concert. We are all potential victims of terrorism. My daughters. My family. Me. My friends. Anyone, really. And anywhere too. Why would a group of human beings do something like this? We are dealing with monsters here, not humans. That’s the only plausible explanation, right? They are already dead inside.

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Don’t get me wrong, I know that terrorists attacks will probably become more and more common. According to Wikipedia, there were 289 terrorist incidents so far (see here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_terrorist_incidents,_2015) Just this year. Just a few days before the Paris attacks, there was a suicide bombing in Lebanon. It never stops.

We take so many things for granted, including being alive. In fact, we are the lucky ones.

I felt really useless in the wake of the attacks. In fact, I still feel useless. I tried to use my Twitter account to help people find their missing loved ones, only to find out that some of them had already died. Nice try, right? I am in awe of some of the reactions, because some of them restored my faith in humanity: Parisians opened their homes, a mother invited children to express themselves through art. But let’s face it: I couldn’t do anything meaningful.

So what’s next? I have no idea. Part of me is becoming angrier by the minute when newspapers reveal that going to Syria to mastermind an attack, and then coming back to Europe to execute it is apparently as easy as pie. Couldn’t we have done more to prevent such atrocities? Couldn’t we have joined the dots? Maybe I should stop reading the news. And rightly or wrongly, I think that bombers will always find ways not to get arrested in most cases. But I am no expert obviously.

I suppose that all we can do, at our level, is to carry on and live our lives to the fullest. Let’s admit it, I will be that little bit more cautious. I hope that, one way or the other, we will manage to stop such attacks. That’s all we can do: hope, carry on and help the victims as much as possible. And between you and me, it sucks not to be able to do more! What about you, how are you dealing with the Paris attacks?