“Of course. I mean to say - I am sure there are.” He ducked his head, the confession feeling foolish after what he had just admitted. Once he had fought for democracy, better access to medical care, free education. He could have been arrested just for talking about some things, for publishing, for meeting. Writing letters to the mayor about cleaning streets or better transportation seemed so small. Important in its own way, but small.

He shook his head a little. “I apologize. This must sound like a very strange thing to complain about. We all feel out of place in our own way, oui?"