IT was a bustling Saturday evening in downtown Algiers, and as the Rue d'Isly swirled with last minute shoppers, there was a sharp explosion. When the smoke lifted, there lay underneath a shattered car all that was left of a 16-year-old Moslem who had held on to his grenade too long. Unnoticed among the curious crowd that gathered, a soberly dressed, respectable-looking, middle-aged Frenchwoman quickly bent down and picked up one of the dead terrorist's severed fingers. Putting it in her handbag, she snapped the clasp and slipped away.
There is still hatred in...
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