There is something profoundly frightening watching live news play out in front of you. Especially when you know that people you care about may be caught in the cross-fire.
I’m writing this from the safety of my office, numb and shaking at the same time.
Apparently a “lone wolf” (as reported by the UK media) has struck London with devastating violence.
My brother is a very proud black-cab driver in London. He has owned his Hackney Cab license for over two decades and loves driving tourists through the city he adores.
These are all the areas he knows like the back of his hand. And just rolling the names on my tongue takes me home instantly.
The 7 July 2005 London bombings, sometimes referred to by Londoners as 7/7, were a series of coordinated terrorist bomb attacks in London which targeted civilians using the public transport system during rush hour.
The fourth bomb went off on a double-decker bus in Tavistock Square – about 100 yards in front of my brother’s cab. He was traumatized by the event, but unharmed. And has continued to drive in London despite suffering anxiety attacks for a year afterwards.
About 20 minutes ago, I got a phone call “I’m ok” he said quietly “I’m ok”. But I can tell he’s not.
WHAT have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?