For months now, I have felt this certainty deep inside me that terror is all around us. Sometimes we are closer to it; sometimes we are further away. I wish I didn't feel this way but unfortunately, in these times, it is inevitable.
I see four young women – they are maybe in their early 20s – laughing and enjoying themselves as they show each other something on a phone. Life goes on.
We are walking through a ghost town – not a word, no music, no people. Silence rules; an unpleasant, pressing silence.
In front of me, the shimmering blue of the sea and a grieving city; inside me, a deep gratitude