London; remembering the bombing in 1994
Jul. 8th, 2005 02:37 amWhen I lived in London (second apartment), I remember the Israeli embassy bombing. My aunt and sister heard it from home, and were very surprised that I hadn't heard anything.
Things were very organized and everyone was very calm, but the difference is that no one died then! Kensington High Street was closed off, even to pedestrians; so, as a bored teenager, this was an opportunity for me to change my routine and explore my neighbourhood. I still have fond memories of Kensington Court, which I revisited in 2002.
Back in 1994, my cousin Ricardo was visiting us on holiday, and we used to play football (soccer) in the park... and my 5-year-old brother was an excellent and brave goalie (I guess the fall isn't so hard when you're a little kid). This was also when we followed the World Cup and Brazil became tetrachampions of the world. I took football really seriously then, and my 15-year-old heart was shaken during that heart-wrenching scoreless final.
I also remember that my parents wanted to move out of our third apartment because we were neighbours with the Lybian embassy. Once or twice, we saw small demonstrations, probably against Mr Kadafi.
Things were very organized and everyone was very calm, but the difference is that no one died then! Kensington High Street was closed off, even to pedestrians; so, as a bored teenager, this was an opportunity for me to change my routine and explore my neighbourhood. I still have fond memories of Kensington Court, which I revisited in 2002.
Back in 1994, my cousin Ricardo was visiting us on holiday, and we used to play football (soccer) in the park... and my 5-year-old brother was an excellent and brave goalie (I guess the fall isn't so hard when you're a little kid). This was also when we followed the World Cup and Brazil became tetrachampions of the world. I took football really seriously then, and my 15-year-old heart was shaken during that heart-wrenching scoreless final.
I also remember that my parents wanted to move out of our third apartment because we were neighbours with the Lybian embassy. Once or twice, we saw small demonstrations, probably against Mr Kadafi.