On a calm, sunny afternoon in Algiers the terrace cafés were filled with shirt-sleeved apéritif drinkers, and families lingered in the palm-shaded parks. At the Casino de la Corniche, perched on a cliff overlooking the blue Mediterranean, teenagers danced to the rhythms of Lucky Starways and his orchestra. In a nightmare of sudden sight and sounda shattering blast, the music stopped in midflight, the thunder of a heavy explosion the peaceful picture was erased. It was a time bomb under the orchestra platform. In a flash the tea danqe became a scene...
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