Rue de La Roquette
faces peer out of the windows
The air shakes to the drum of teargas canisters exploding on the square. Pale human faces appear in the windows along Rue de La Roquette; the excited faces look southwards, towards the river, because it’s rare to hear explosions, or at least it’s something to talk about. And so we lean out of our top-story windows, happy to be torn away from our compute…
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