The storm dies down and a woman, Eve Couturier, takes to the mike.
She has a hip, Parisian way of facing the crowd.
Her words, in French and in English, go for the throat and her attitude is hard as nails.
I feel like I'm being addressed by a neo-situasionist "agent provocateur" at a political demonstration in se someplace in mittel-Europa circa 2007.

Brad Scott

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