We went to see the deconstruction of the camp of the hostages and their families. Next to the museum, the library and the courthouse, the yellow chairs stacked up, the flags in a pile, the signs praying for the release of the body of the last hostage. Everything pointed not to the end of a chapter, but the beginning of a release to mourn.
I have told you before, haven’t I, that we are all in shock – every one in this country in one form or another. This change signals a form of metamorphosis.