. . . "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. . . . #truestory