Today, it’s the 10th anniversary of the bombings that took place here in London on the 7th July 2005.
While this is not strictly the kind of history I usually write about, it is history, since this happened over ten years ago. But, it’s living history, as there are still people alive today who went through it.
Furthermore, with this post, I’m not writing in a detached mode, with no idea what happened and in place, trying to piece information together. This is actually an aspect of history that happened close to me.
I’m lucky that no-one I knew was hurt, but my sister was part of it.
She was on the Underground tube with her then-boyfriend, and was really near the actual bomb. They didn’t get hurt, as they were a train or so behind. Still, they were caught up in the scariness of it. She told my mother that the train refused to stop, and was just passing one station after another, and further commotion was happening above her. She was scared too, and lucky to be alive.
I feel for the people who actually got hurt, and for the all ones who passed (Twitter has been a bit difficult to read today with thr BBC News tweeting a picture and the name of each victim). It’s unforgivable what those bombers did, and I can’t get over any terrorist’s non-sensical thinking. These kinds of events shouldn’t be part of living history. They should be part of dead history.
I hope one day they will be, and that it will be soon.