I started to write this blog post last night, the evening of the terrorist attacks in Brussels.
I felt the need to write to share something of the feelings I had during the day. And most importantly I want to say my own small thank you to our worldwide cycling community who have been in touch all day to ask how the ECF team is doing.
But I was exhausted by the physical journey and perhaps by the emotional reaction to the day so I slumped into bed and slept deeply with these words half done. So tonight I share, perhaps with a slight bit more distance than there would have been last night.
These are not, as you might imagine, normal days in Brussels. The attacks on Brussels Airport and a metro station carrying hundreds of people into the EU district where I work have brought normality to a sharp halt.
Yesterday when I cycled to work it was a lovely spring morning, even cycling through the noisy suburbs of Brussels was quite comfortable. I had a shower and I was oblivious to the outside world when I got to our office and was told by a colleague that something had happened at the airport.
Over the next two hours the whole situation unfurled. By about 11am we had accounted for everyone and all but one of our team had come past the cordons to the office, mostly by bike of course. And then we determined to maintain an air of normality by working our way through the day.
But of course everyone in the team took time out to phone family and let them know that they were fine, especially some of our younger team members. But then the flow gradually turned to our many cycling friends who were picking up their newsfeeds and getting in touch.
By the time I cycled home I could feel the change outside our closed world and perhaps see what they were seeing. I wandered south for more than an hour seeking a way home that didn’t involve riding the whole way. But the stations were either blocked by the police or seemingly devoid of trains. So eventually as it started to get dark I phoned home and my wife drove out to pick me up.
What I really wanted was to be home with my wife and to have the chance to confirm to family and friends that I really was alright and away from the city. But that extended ride gave me more time to reflect than I expected and it wasn’t necessarily a good thing, because at some point there can be just too much time to think.
That’s a very rare thing for me because a bike ride is normally where I sort out my thoughts.
I think there were really two competing thoughts that would not let me settle.
The first was overwhelmingly “when does this stop?” I felt horribly, horribly old when I think that I was in London in the 1970s when one of the IRA bombing rounds took place, waiting with friends to hear whether the rest of our group were ok.
I remember clearly where I was for 9,11, for 7,7 and the recent Paris attacks. I remember calls to Bali because a close colleague was on holiday there during the bombings. As an optimist I have a feeling that somewhere, somehow in my lifetime the human race could and should have developed an emotional intelligence that makes this sort of thing impossible. It is very easy to feel anger and indignation, and even more anger at the idiots who have already tried to exploit this situation for their own narrow political gains.
And by contrast I was uplifted. It wasn’t the speeches of politicians and the flags at half mast, although the images of the Belgian flag superimposed on the great landmarks of the world almost made me cry.
The simple messages of enquiry from all over the world a reflect an age when we can make contact by phone and text and skype and Facebook and Twitter, but I am just astonished by how many people from all over have just taken a few seconds to say “are you all ok?” and “our thoughts are with you”.
It is being part of a community that cares, that places decency and respect and compassion at its heart. And having family, friends and colleagues who I am proud of for the lives they lead and the work they do.
And I am very very happy here in Belgium, this odd country that the world’s media is questioning almost daily about its competences and its differences, but where we have chosen to set up home and make our way in the coming years. I have to believe that Belgium will win out, it will find peace, supported by its neighbours and supporters who have come here to form a remarkable international community.
For those things I am very lucky.
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
I do not despair. I will not despair.
Great words Kev. Glad you’re okay.
The impact of Brussels ..was reflected in various international airports. When I flew from Calgary a few days ago, the police were quite present and normal amount of car traffic had dropped on airport grounds. It made one wonder how many cars just hang around and wait for other people. ..Gone.
Vancouver airport is on higher alert also.
At Granville island, I bought some Easter gourmet chocolates for my partner. I was given complimentary 2 chocolates, in memory of the Brussel victims.
It is important to understand Calgary is led by a Canadian born Muslim mayor, educated here all his life and at Harvard. He has been excellent in warning locals about Islamphobia and instead to look for ways to prevent youth radicalization to sign up to go overseas to ISIS. To find ways via counselling, inclusion on diversity in social programs and events, schools, etc. I agree with this approach. http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/naheed-nenshi/the-canada-we-hope-for_b_8321932.html
Canada at municipal, provincial and federal levels, have policitians who are of Muslim and Sikh (not related but people get confused) faith as well as others.
I see some European countries will make progress, if they have those of different fatihs, race..in decision-making, management positions in govn’t and major organizations.. This is where equity in society lies..in some ways Canada is far ahead ..this is critical. and this why I would not want to live in certain European countries. My partner and I have discusses this. I have witnessed certain lines of thinking working for a GErman global engineering firm. They believe they are progressive..when really patronizing attitudes have to be banished.
Sorry not totally cycling related….but we haven’t gotten into why cycling competitions at the international level are so white.
I will add, that’s why cycling competitions at the international level..just bore..and turn me off.