Io sono Charlie.
I am CharlieAnd Charlie is Charlie, too.
*I* am Charlie.
Je suis Charlie. The cousin of one of my oldest and dearest friends was murdered there yesterday. The only woman.
We are all Charlie. So much sorrow.
I understand from a friend on the scene that the streets of Paris are virtually deserted. All is quiet. Today. Je suis Charlie.
Not so quiet, Jeffrey in Montrouge just outside Paris where my friend works. The policewoman was killed (they think it's unrelated) near her office. My friend says everyone's in shock, but like her a single mom with two kids, she's got to get them to schooll, go to work, pick them up and be worrying all the time about their safety. Paris doesn't shut down for the people who live there - it's the fear and anxiety that these shooters haven't been caught.
Jeg heter Charlie.