BataclanFranceIslamismParisTerrorism It was the incomprehension I remember most, the desperation of the news presenters as they tried, and failed, to understand what was happening. The fact it all unfolded here, in Paris, just a mile from my home, only made it all feel worse. The gunfire, the corpses, the low, keening agony of survivors — the pictures beamed onto my television all made sense on an intellectual level. But, in the end, they might as well have been scenes from some horror film.