I'm fine. My loved ones are fine.
I've been lucky - I don't know
anyone who was in Brussels during the attack (though I do know of people who were there). Living in Antwerp, it didn't affect me directly, meaning I was more shocked than scared (though I did beg Jenny to stay home with me that day; she had been planning on going to the beach).
What scares me the most, though, is not that it might happen again, or that it might happen here, but the hate I see surfacing all around me (not in the least with my employer, which has made work a little uncomfortable). Do these people not realise that it's hate
that's at the cause of these attacks?
So I try to focus on the outpour of love, which, luckily, has also been happening. People have opened their homes for those who were unable to leave Brussels on Tuesday. Muslims have been handing out roses at Antwerp central station (I with it weren't needed, that they didn't have to defend themselves for something they didn't have anything to do with, but I still love that it happened).
I get comfort from the images of the Brussels' Beursplein. People have been leaving messages in chalk, and it's beautiful.
The middle one says "Vous n'aurez pas notre haine".
So I would like to join that sentiment.You will not get our hatred.
Then there is the Syrian boy at the Greek border, who apologised for the attacks on a piece of paper. And this prompted a Brussels child to react:
Isn't that wonderful?
As I said to a couple of people who I've talked to about this:We are bigger than these attacks.
Oh, LJ and DW, I love you both. Thank you for keeping my social life, well, alive. Feel free to comment on either site.