I wondered a lot yesterday night. And this morning. And it took me a long time to put some words on what I was feeling after the brutal murder of 12 people yesterday in Paris at the office of the news pappers Charlie Hebdo. My conclusions are that I am afraid. I am afraid to live in a world where it may be forbidden to think exactly what I want to think. This murder is a proof that intolerance is growing and that madness is coming all over the place.
But there is one thing to do: to keep on thinking free and to fight with words, for the freedom of expression.
I just registred to Charlie Hebdo, to get this papper at home. Charlie is not dead. I am Charlie.
Illustration by the great Olle Qvennerstedts