20
Jul
In a cyber café in a banlieue of Paris, an immigrant man got inside a telephone booth, called Africa and started yelling non-stop.
With my iPad, I captured some of his rant. No one else in the room seemed to mind it.
When the man came out afterward, he was calm and smiling as if nothing was the matter. I don’t know what he said nor the language he spoke in (maybe Wolof?), but I recognize an angry tone when I hear one.