Yes, I am going somewhere again. Pretty unbelievable I know. This time I am heading to Mozambique for a month. Hoping to work, hoping to rest, hoping to think a lot of things through. Hoping to finally find the time for myself, hoping to finally hit the brakes. Sometimes I wonder whether I will ever stop being more familiar with the entertainment on board by BA than the hostess, whether I will stop accumulating airmiles and benefiting from airport lounges... Not that I mind them, it just tells you a lot about you. Sometimes I wonder if we will be able to stop. I wish B. was coming with me, but he is not. So I guess I will have to do this on my own. Here I go again...
I see signs saying we are not afraid. Londoners are tough and endured the bombings of WWII. But those Londoners are hardly the same as the ones here today. Yes people in general are resilient, more than we think we can be when looking outside out. That is anywhere in the world, not just in London. And truth be said there is merit in not letting fear control our lives and terrorism win. Well I just walked into the district line, 5 stations away from Parsons Green and I am afraid. I am not shaking, crying or running away. But I am afraid mostly because it is all so natural. Life must go on I said, as I decided I was not going to cancel my lunch and avoid the tube. But that is what makes it scary. Life goes on and in an effort to not be afraid we recklessly do not change our habits and rely on the stats that more people die on the road then on terrorist attacks. Reality is, the law of probability does not matter because terrorist events are binary. So I think about my frie...
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