I woke up suddenly this morning, turned on my cell phone and thundered loudly. The human catastrophe is in Paris, a fascinating country that makes countless people linger. The restaurant shooting was the beginning of bad news. Here are all civilians who are happy to go out and have a drink with friends. The French stadium is noisy, and the favorite players are still flying on the stadium, and there is already a roar in their ears; Theaters and streets are making huge noise, and the scenery that used to be everywhere has instantly turned into a terrible battlefield.

When French President Hollande called it "the worst terrorist attack in history", what kind of fear will this capital of art, fashion and culture experience when the border is closed and the country is under martial law?

If I had wings, I would be in Paris right now, with them, but I don't have wings. I am more than 1000 miles from Paris.