Breaking the silence

I've been a bit quiet here the last couple of days because I couldn't think of much to write after the bombs in Madrid, and what I could think of writing seemed more appropriate for Fistful than here.

I'm going to Spain in October - a week near Malaga with my family. I was planning to travel there and back by train, through Paris and Barcelona on the way there then Madrid and Paris on the way back to Britain. The train from Malaga to Madrid arrives at Atocha stataion, and until yesterday it had just been a possible destination, somewhere I'd pass through, a name I'd probably only notice just to be sure I was getting the right train from the right place.

Thursday hasn't changed my plans. I'm still going to be there. I'm still going to be getting trains here to go to and from work. You only live in fear if you choose to and I don't choose that path. A little over three years ago, I was working at Television Centre . I wasn't in the building when someone exploded a bomb outside it, but I was due in to work at 6am that morning. I could have turned round when I heard, and chosen not to go into work, to go home and let the fear win, but I didn't then and I won't now.

I'm reminded, as I have been so many times over the last few years of these words of Martin Luther King, and their message that seems to have been forgotten:

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.