Yesterday Parisians held their heads high. Today I will try to do the same.
24 hours ago, the first of the six attacks began in Paris. It was an unprecedented, horrendous carnage inflicted upon the people of France.
We expected to wake up in Paris and find a city logged off. A city that was under the covers. A city that was taking some indefinite time out.
But do you know what they did?
They showed up.
They put on their game faces and they made their city — their country — proud. And now as I sit back in the comfort of my home far away — after fleeing their city in fear, I feel a little inadequate.
I also feel incredibly proud of the French people. I want to be French.
Today, in a place that was trying to come to terms with the senseless loss of more than 129 of their people, I witnessed incredible courage.
It was not the Parisians that were scared, it was the foreign tourists. It was us.
It was not the French that were panicking and trying to rush out of their country. It was us.
It was not the hoteliers, cafe operators and bus drivers that were hiding indoors in locked-down areas. It was us.
Do you want to know what the French did? They thrived. They helped.
They stayed calm and they calmed others down.
They changed bookings urgently and hired cars and booked transport.
They fed people and helped pack and carry the bags of the thousands of people trying to leave.
The police put on bullet proof vests and carried machine-guns and tried to make tourists feel safe.