On New Year’s Eve 2015, something happened at the Cologne train station. I was there. The trouble was, I didn’t see anything. From the back side of the station just after midnight, the train platform looked unusually crowded, but it was New Year’s Eve.
A week later news reached the world press and the mags came knocking, wanting stories about how women were too afraid to leave their houses. They weren’t. Mostly I’m surprised how surprised I was at the glossies’ disappointment.
What I did do was write pieces for the National Post and the LA Times and fix for Eric Reguly at the Globe & Mail. I also appeared on live radio and television in Canada.