Je suis humain

Following the visit to the Musée Jeu de Paume and the shooting at Charlie Hebdo, Paris. The next day we visit Père Lachaise cemetery.

One of the graves is not very grand, but it seems so, because it is covered with fresh flowers, red roses. Amongst them is a cup with pencils and pens, and there is a black letter: Je suis Charlie.

Here lies Bernhard Verlhac, the cartoonist Tignous, one of the twelve employees of the magazine Charlie Hebdo, murdered in the attack on 7 January 2015. Later that afternoon we get off the metro and walk along Rue Nicolas Appert.

The sun is already low and lights the white walls of some of the higher floors with a yellow cast. A chilly wind blows litter along the street.

It is dried flower petals. In front of number 10 is a police van with armed men.

A large camera hangs from a lamppost. There are fences where countless flowers, notes, pencils and other expressions of support and indignation are lying.

It was two and a half months ago, but the attack is still fresh in the memory. I turn the camera on.