Why Paris has affected us so much – and what we should learn from it

I realize this may be controversial, but I’m gonna say it anyway:

I don’t think most people who have changed their profile picture to the French flag really care more about certain victims than others. Obviously changing a profile picture won’t make any real difference, but for one reason or another, people have felt the need to do it and I don’t think we should be giving them grief for it.

We’re all human beings with a heart (well, most of us, anyway) and I’m sure that the majority of us feel as upset by a death this side of the world as we do by one the other side of it.

The difference, in my opinion, is (apart from the massive difference in media coverage) that with the Paris attacks having been so close to home, there’s simply a stronger notion of “shit, that could have been me”, making people show what comes across as sympathy but is partially also some sort of relief that they were spared this time. And, on a similar note, it’s probably some subconscious feeling of “if we all mourn collectively this time, it means that we’ve also all been hit collectively and that makes us safe for the future. Lightning doesn’t strike twice, after all.”

Unfortunately, lightning does strike twice so the theory isn’t going to work. What we can learn, however, is that it’s important to watch out for and respect one another, irrespective of race, religion, nationality and other such silly concepts. We’re all human and should make the most of the time we get to share on this planet.

Days 295-300 but that doesn’t matter right now

I remember Friday morning, joking about how I don’t consider Friday, 13th am unlucky day and how I think it’s just a matter of your own attitude.
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Day 18 – Salzburg on a plate

One of my absolute favourite films as a girl was Sabrina. The beauty of Audrey Hebpurn, the spirit of Paris, the ridiculous riches of the corporate world and most importantly the cooking lessons in France took my mind on journeys to unfamiliar and exciting worlds. To this day, I cannot crack eggs without hearing the teacher’s “One, two, three, crack! New egg!“. And above all, I have always wanted to try making soufflé and find out just how difficult it really is.
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