Bombardamenti di Londra: sono sopravvissuto al 7/7, ma vedo ancora il bombardiere suicida ovunque

I feel sorry for him, I wish him all the best.

> The first person to respond was fellow passenger Adrian Heili, who had served as a combat medic during the Kosovo war. If it had been anyone else, Dan believes he would have died.

Man…talk about luck in an unlucky situation.

Bro got allergic to Muslims… wow

> “I saw this guy literally disassemble himself in front of me, and now I’m seeing him again.”

That’s a statement that really makes me understand PTSD. Absolute horror.

I only heard the initial explosion and followed the live news updates. I’ve not used London Transport since. I think I have islam otrepidation rather than a phobia.

This is a weekly occurance in Israel

That’s absolutely horrendous—I can’t begin to imagine how traumatising that must have been. It’s so important to talk about it —there’s real value in community, and in how we process these kinds of incidents, whether it’s immediate networks or just that wider sense of solidarity and support. I truly wish him well, and I hope he knows there are probably millions of us out here thinking of him and sending every good wish his way.

I remember those attacks vividly. I’d been living in London just a year before, and a lot of my friends regularly used those exact same train routes and buses. There was that round of texting, phone calls, and checking in — still sticks with me all these years later and it happened all over again a few years later in Brussels. Maelbeek was my nearest metro station. I’d used it countless times — a very mundane, ordinary place that I had never really thought about very much. You just pass through, lost in your music, lugging your groceries, thinking about nothing in particular — once again, that sense of surreal and round of texts and calls and just knowing that something awful had happened in a very familiar place.

Even not being directly impacted, these are places we pass though — cities are 2° of separation and it still leaves you with a sense of things and places you just took for granted are just never quite the same.