Just found out about the bombing in London. Thankfully seems that all my friends are shaken but ok. I am quite shaken myself. I know the area hit quite well. I worked there. There were the tube lines I used, that my colleagues and friends use. I remember checking the security levels with an eye and not really taking them seriously. I remember complaining about the absence of trash bins in the tube (taken all away after an IRA bombing years ago). I remember talking to our security officer, my friend David, who was formerly in the police and discussing Business recovery plans with him and joking about the seriousness of his approach to terrorist treats. Well, the joke is reality now. The town that I called home for 7 years has been hurt. Deeply. I love London. Images of the amazing patience and composure of London commuters, me included, keep flashing in front of my eyes. I remember reading about London winning the Olympic bid this morning and thinking that the transport system wasn't up to it.
I rang my dad. He was very nice. He told me that he is here for me.
I am crying like a baby while writing this, so I'll simply say one thing:
This world needs more love.
I rang my dad. He was very nice. He told me that he is here for me.
I am crying like a baby while writing this, so I'll simply say one thing:
This world needs more love.