@Joe,
Meanwhile things are developing in a predictable way here. One more victim has died in the hospital, others are out of danger. There are journalists swarming all over the place, there are headlines in the international newspapers. There are press-conferences with the officials, there is the talk of politicians. There is the emerging and equally predictable debate in society. What is responsible, only the monster or also the circumstances that let it run free? Should we go back to the death-penalty and could this really have prevented this kinds of events? Gradually words are replacing blood and tears, and words are breeding words. People search -once again- for a reason, for an explanation, for a theory that helps them understand. Gradually things turn to normal; in the tv-news there is room for other drama's again, equally horrible but further away from our bed. A gradual return to normal but only for those who were not directly involved, for those who were not hit and mutilated forever. I just heard a psychologist say that for some victims there is no healing, the only therapy being a repeated life-long return to their ordeal. Oh, and the monster had a plan: it wanted to do several cr?ches, one after the other. It had the explicit intention of killing more children, at least sixty if it could act efficiently. Beyond words, yet also becoming fascinating, more and more. Should we destroy it, or shall we keep it in a clean room and give it its injections in time? Make it move and observe it under the microscope? Whatever we do, we shall never destroy evil...
Much is still unclear about those fatal minutes. There's one thing that struck my attention in the sea of words, that kept coming back. There's one thing that gave me hope, that almost made me cry again: "One of the nurses tried to resist..."
Was this the fourth plane of 9/11? Was this the most genuine bravery? I imagine that nurse, deciding in a split second, throwing herself between the knife and the children. Saving no victim at that moment, yet saving us all forever. Was she the one that died? She chose for life, and she lives for eternity. Why are some of us less than nothing while some others can create God in the spot? I was staggering for a moment, but now I can keep walking. There's a night behind each day, there's a day behind each night...
Sorry if this posting meant nothing. Those darn emotions. They needed some words.