Here they said on TV it was a car bomb. So I guess it’s even worst, morally. If there’s gradation in immorality.
Lost and heartbroken, I sit in my room, despite the death around I chose to play a Spanish song that I hardly understand.. freezing to the bones though the springy breezes and green trees making a rustle that I used to feel lovely a long ago but not anymore..
It’s another bomb attack.. in the place where I was supposed to meet a friend if I woke up
a bit earlier. But I missed the appointment for I was too lazy to wake up.. or maybe too lucky to wake up? Am I really lucky for not waking up?
Should I keep on sleeping until this all ends ?
My friend wrote about her lucky father too.. Actually he woke up, and went to his appointment which was in the same place of the bomb attack, how was he lucky then ? by being a hundred meters away..
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A powerful photo. Thank you for reposting.