When I received a friend’s message offering condolences for my friend Elsa, I thought it was a mistake or a bad joke.
When I received a friend’s message offering condolences for my friend Elsa, I thought it was a mistake or a bad joke. I immediately picked up the phone to call Elsa. Hers rang, which at first reassured me; then I remembered that she loved rock and that she often arranged to meet me for a drink in the bars of the 11th arrondissement: doubt crept in, icy and terrifying, but I did not want to believe it. When this horrible news was confirmed, I felt shattered.
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Sihem Souid