I have only been in London a couple of times before it. The first, on a trip I made to visit a Erasmus roommates during my time as such. After a weekend trip to go to the wedding of some friends. On neither occasion had time to delve too deeply into the essence of the city. I saw many things, but none long enough to let me print. I remember with particular Carinya is that, at last, I visited the 212 b Baker Street and take a picture in front of the plaque in memory of Arthur Conan Doyle stood there, the residence of my favorite character.
I think this time will be less enjoyable ...
I arrived early at Gatwick this Manyana. Michelle was waiting for me there. I found the thinner, haggard, with bloodshot tear both mourn. We have said nothing. we embraced and we've gone directly to the office that have mounted near King's Cross. Today began to remove bodies from the car.
I was surprised by the apparent normality in the city that lives after an attack. I've seen some candles, flowers, cards, but I think when Diana of Wales died, there were more demonstrations of grief. I went to have coffee with Michelle's father. I think the wearer is worse. It has not gone to sleep any night at the hotel. Only passes to shower, change and back to the office to see what's new. This office has so much personal, and it seems that has been in operation Anyos. I am told, was assembled in just 8 hours.
Then when we went to make the round in the afternoon, I saw that handle a lot of folders with missing dossiers. I can assure that there are over 45.
Everything is going very slow. So much for the nerves of the family of Michelle. And I, here in the middle as the unwelcome guest, helplessly.
I have fear of clogging. Maybe I should not have come. It is too intimate a moment for me, do not stop being a newcomer, is present.
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