Hi guys! I know this is my second visit this month, but I couldn't wait! I must admit, I can't believe I wrote this. This is the light in my dark tunnel, I think. Just the other day I revisited the reason I started writing the Fictional Dependency series. It was actually as a result of the attacks in Paris back in November 2015. I was explaining this to someone, while surprising myself that I could recall it so intimately. I remember scrolling through social media, hours after the attacks, reading everyone's posts. Pray for Paris the most prominent slogan I've ever actually seen. The world went nuts sympathising Paris. You'd swear the rest of the world wasn't falling apart around Paris. Anyway, what caught my attention was a girls poem about Paris. I get why people were shocked, and I get why people were heartbroken. I watched it all on the news, I seen the devastation just as others did. But I also seen the other side to the story. The French government