Who killed JPK?
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"Many people tell us they have dreams."
She was a French woman, in French Polynesia, and she sat opposite, at our little table, beside a cobbled lane, stretching down towards the foreshore of Pape'ete.
Behind me, the sound of a two-stroke scooter looms loud, roars past, swerving inches from my elbow. I see the red singlet and circular logo of a presidential crisis intervention group, the gros bras, the same thugs we were just talking about murdering her friend.
She gazes past me, this French woman.
Neither blinks, nor turns.
. . .
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