November 17, 2015 / by Sophie Schor


November 17, 2015

Two young girls came into the café where I work this afternoon right after the stabbing that happened only one kilometer away--right around the corner. 2 killed, attacker shot. One girl waved her cell phone at us: "Look! Look! That's his brains on the street!" A picture is pressed to our faces. I close my eyes so as not to see the yellow police-tape or the remains of hate. We are being desensitized to violence. "Do you want something to eat?" I ask. My stomach churns.