Une joie immense

This late afternoon, walking through Paris, I mentally drafted a long entry on Ingrid Betancourt, the FARC hostage for six years, and on how her time as a hostage ties up with my own life time, with everybody’s and all other by far less known hostages’ life time.

I saw her picture in magnification near l’Hotel de ville, with an electronic counter sadly clocking up the days of her hostage, somewhere above 2100 today.

And before I got home and could even write a word, I read: Ingrid Betancourt is free.

Dieser Beitrag ist auf Englisch, doch einiges an der Zeitmauer gibt es auch in der hervorragenden Kultur- und Verwaltungssprache Deutsch zu lesen.