Until when? You need to stop!
I woke up this morning with the sad news of the terrorist attack from Brussels airport and with a lump in my throat, knowing that my friend was returning from Brussels with an early flight. Her phone was off and she wouldn’t reply on Facebook. Luckily, she wasn’t there. By the time I got to the office, my phone alert went red again: another attack, at the underground this time. I felt anger and helplessness. A lot of anger! Yesterday evening I was returning from a short trip and I felt I passed through security too easily. Before I boarded the plane I studied carefully most of the fellow passengers. Why did I look suspicious to the old man that didn’t go through the metal detector because of his pacemaker? Why do I have to feel this way when I travel? Why do I have to fear, why do I have to stereotype? I am sad. What did we ever do to be the victims of these lunatics? THIS IS NOT OUR WAR! I am not going to talk about politics, or faults. I am only going to talk abo...