And the feeling comes back...

About an hour after arriving in Casablanca from Rabat this morning, I found out about yesterday's bombing in Casablanca. A man walked into a cyber-cafe and started browsing through radical websites. When the owner of the cafe noticed and asked the man to leave, the two began fighting and the fight set off the explosives which the man had strapped to himself. The "word on the street" is that he was trying to receive instructions about where to go to set off the bomb.

I can't really explain what I felt when I heard this. Its funny how all those old buried emotions from NY to Sharm el Sheikh come back in a wave and give you that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. You can't live your life always thinking about it. But when it happens again it surfaces all those old feelings of disgust and fear. Its been a long time since I have been faced with that, but this morning it came back. As someone who was in NY for 9/11 and in Sharm El Sheikh the week of the bombings there in 2004, I have seen the effects of terrorism first hand. I won't accept to live my life in fear, but when those feelings come back its hard to suppress them again. Hopefuly this will be an isolated occurance and life here will go back to normal soon. For now, Casablanca is full of police and I find myself looking with extra suspicion.