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Marseilles isn’t a city for tourists. There’s nothing to see. Its beauty can’t be photographed. It can only be shared. It’s a place where you have to take sides, be passionately for or against. Only then can you see what there is to see. And you realize, too late, that you’re in the middle of a tragedy. An ancient tragedy in which the hero is death.
What was the point of opening your mouth if you ended up with a knife in your belly?
association. Cops, community organizers and social workers were different jobs. They shouldn’t work together.
