It feels very strange typing this. A strange sense of dislocation and a kind of numbness. I was at school when we heard about the bombs, just as I was when the planes hit the World Trade Centre, but this felt different. It was eerily calm. The situation was slightly unusual in that only years 7-9 (11-13 yr olds) were there and I just don't think they understood the magnitude of the situation. I came home and watched the news, saw the places that I have known all my life, places that I visit with my friends and family and I guess something has changed. You begin to wonder, what if ... if the bombs had gone off a week before I would have been right in the heart of them, working on the Euston Road. It's just very sad.
#07 July 2005 | Comments (0)
unspeakable horror beneath the ground. doomsday.
but there's a lack of panic on the streets of london even with helicopters like gnats and sirens screaming.
walked from tottenham court road to liverpool street. streets full of people wondering how they're going to get home. one scottish guy having a go at an arab. five people turning on him telling him to shut it. people reading newspapers and watching televisions in groups. eye contact with strangers. people asking each other for lights. flags tied to a lampost from yesterday saying London- thankyou
without warning, real has gone unreal. hope everyone's ok
#07 July 2005 | Comments (0)
13:30 I've just been been evacuated from my office tower block, near Moorgate: A "suspicious package" in the car park. I have my bike, my phone (no network coverage), and the office digital camera, which I grabbed instinctively as I exited the building.
Outside it's pouring with rain, wailing with sirens, eerily free of regular traffic.
My girlfriend is a nurse at a central London Hospital. They are on red alert; she is waiting right now to receive the overspill from A&E. On a normal day she's a Chemotherapy Sister, today she's another pair of hands.
I'm leaving now to cycle to the Hospital; to be near her, and to bring her home at the end of the day.
Love life, live for today.
#07 July 2005 | Comments (3)
So while journalists are running around screaming of the "hallmarks" of an Al Quaeda attack, all I want to know is:
WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS? ARE YOU GUYS OK?
#07 July 2005 | Comments (3)
Illegal in America.
La Migra comes knockin at my door? I don't think so. Rather, they will ambush me at my most vulnerable. Namely, on the MTA.
Land of the Free. Home of the Slave.
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