Thursday, March 11, 2004


Today a terrorist group has put 12 backpacks with bombs in different commuter trains in the city I live now, Madrid. They were set to explode between 7:30 and 7:45, which is the rush hour since most people start working between 7:30 and 8:00.
The count now is 190 dead people and more than 1400 injured people, but the numbers continue to rise. It is by far the worst attack ever in Spain. I can not understand it. I faced this kind of tragedy back in Ireland, and again in Istanbul, and the feelings are the same: desperation, anger, frustration, pure unbearable pain...
One of the worst things is the feeling of sheer impotence. There is very little we can do in situations like this, go out to show condemnation and donate blood if it is necessary, but that is all. There is nothing positive to be extracted from this kind of experience, it is just not worth it at all. We must stand united against the sort of people that believe in violence and terror as a mean for achieving justice - that's just a load of bullshit. I wish time will bring some sense into their minds. I wish they understand the suffering they have caused and abandon their way. The causes they fight for are stained with innocent blood, and therefore can not be considered fair.

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