My thoughts on this day, the twenty second of March 2016.
For the ones who're longer reading my stories or following me, than you might you know I'm Flemish. It doesn't matter if you know already or for the ones who find out now, I would be stupid to think you guys don't know what happened at my capital. 34 people are killed and nearly two hundred injured.
It was a terroristic attack at the national airport and one in the subway system of the capital. When my mother texted me this morning, I just read it on my computer. I just read it, but now. In the early evening. It hit me. We had an attack at my country. This is probably the most dark day since WW2.
Last weekend, we captured Abdeslam Salah who was involved in the Paris shooting last November. We thought we gave a blow to the Islamic State. But in return, we received one. What we got doesn't make up with what we lost. We had an attack on our own capital. Because we just captured one terrorist.
It's unrealistic, but when I went out, on the streets, it hit me. In full power. On the streets, in the busses, in the shops, everyone was just, not there. Everyone was shocked. It was just so different. There was less noise, less life. It felt like we were all in shock. It's so weird for me that what is normal isn't here.
I thought it was weird on the Paris shooting, but now, I understand how it must have felt there. I have been on that airport last summer. I was at the same hallway that's now gone, blown up to pieces. I have taken the subway system. I have been in Brussels. It's just hit me that the vermin can strike everywhere. And that they have hit on the same place I once walked on.
I don't know how I should feel, I didn't before. Through all the years, it sounds cruel and I know it is, my mind learned to just read and get out my system. To shrug it off. It was the way my mind worked with me. What could I do against it? Now, it doesn't. I have fear. I have the fear that they can strike at any time they want. At any place they want.
That they are more dangerous than we think. A band of terrorists can hold the world in a choke hold. But what can we do? We have a crisis already on our hands. Europe is drowned by the refugees. We can't blame these people. By them, the terrorists can get around, but now I understand those persons. First, I thought they were cowards for leaving, but they are running for the exact same fear that's now prominent at my place.
It's unbelievable. How just three persons can shock the entire world? How they can bring normal life to a hold? How they destroy what they want and we have just to pick up the pieces that are left.
Life is getting back on the rails, things are getting back to normal. What the hell that might be. We have still major problems at the roads and the trains. You want to know why it actually scares me? Why I am so afraid right now? If I just lend back and when I look out my window, I have a great view on the nuclear power plant of Doel. I can see the cooling towers from my place. They're working. I can see the lights from my place. Small, but I can see them.
If you want to know why that scares me, just think about it. Those terrorist have done an attack on the capital with police forces looking for them. We had one nearly four months ago. If one of those idiots got the nice idea to blow up the power plant, they can pull that trick.
Doel is a village that's deserted for years. Or they've tried that. The story is for another time, but if they can play an attack on an airport of one of the most busiest cities in Europe with a threat level, how easy can it be to prepare an attack at a deserted and remote village? That's what scares me. It goes boom there and you can take my word for it. Tsjernobyl will be nothing compared to us.
You want to why I say that. Radioactive waste is highly reactive. My dad works at the harbor. There are passing thousands and thousands chemical products every day.
I have done the math.
That's why it now hits me. I have hoped that we wouldn't have another World War on our hands, but I was stupid, naïve. We had eighty years of peace back home. I'm afraid that the peace I have known for twenty years are now over.
World War 3 is on our doorstep, like it or not. It's coming closer. The end of the world like the Islamic State always say, well, we're close to it. We just don't know.
Why do I post now this chapter on my stories you wonder? Because this is my silent way of dealing with it. Because I just want to share my ideas with the world, without being discovered.
It's not much, but I thank for the support your countries give to my place.
Saluut.