I was helping a woman downstairs today. As we go upstairs I notice her leg isn't working properly. I ask if she's O.K, and she says yes... but that her knee's never been right since she was caught in the 7/7 bombings.
She says she remembers her son, who had come over from Iran to see her, screaming for her, cause he'd seen the train blow, but not being able to answer him.
As we get upstairs...
"Where was that shop you were talking about again dear? My memories not so good since then either".
Being where I am I hadn't met someone involved before, as I'm in a totally different city.
Poor old lady, but she was just happy to be alive.
She says she remembers her son, who had come over from Iran to see her, screaming for her, cause he'd seen the train blow, but not being able to answer him.
As we get upstairs...
"Where was that shop you were talking about again dear? My memories not so good since then either".
Being where I am I hadn't met someone involved before, as I'm in a totally different city.
Poor old lady, but she was just happy to be alive.
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