Roads are blocked, and nervous policemen direct us away, to alternative routes. Sirens are screaming ceaselessly in the background, and helicopters are tearing the darkness in search of something/someone? mysterious.
Another suicide bomber, we think, and head on our way.
They're fighting for their freedom, my mind exclaim, and we move on.
Worried neighbours/relatives? are gathered outside the buildings of my old neighbourhood, and we continue driving.
As we enter the decaying apartment, home of my lost childhood of old, the increasing sirens--rumors of Death--bring tears to my eyes and fear in to my heart. Hordes of ambulances race down the road outside the window. We lay down on the couch, cuddling with obvious intentions. Life affirming actions to the sound of the sirens.
Early morning we wake up smiling.
In the car on the way home the radio says the current death toll is 25 people, and hundreds are wounded, as the floor of a wedding hall collapsed.
That's one Love affirming action that went really wrong, a cynical thought corsses my sleepy mind.
An unknown number of people is still trapped/buried? beneath the rubble, and we are home.