Ok, my father just contacted me. He's safe now, but he was like a block away from the explosion, and was right there just a hour earlier. Was caught up in the panic and chaos and couldn't really communicate til 4 hours after the attack.
So close, so close. His survival is almost a miracle given the circumnstances.
But still the blooshed hit so many people, their family, friends, significant others.
I always felt sad and angry for terrorist attacks, but now I undesrtand what it means to be involved in personal feelings. It's even uglier and more horrifying that I could try to imagine. So even if I had good news from dad, and I'm so grateful of that, I still feel incredibly sad, angry, disgusted.I feel like crying and I want to puke. How low can humankind fall?