I came back to London on Tuesday after two weeks in Canada and the U.S. A week had not passed since the London terrorist bombings and I was anxious to get back as my Dad was in London at the time and I wanted to see London friends and hear their experiences.
I came back from Boston Logan, an airport haunted with September 11 memories. An American man mistook my Australian accent for a British one and asked if I was going to London. I said yes, and he said “good luck”, as if I was heading off to a war zone.
Getting on the Piccadilly line tube at London Heathrow I could feel some tension in the air. London Underground staff were patrolling carriages asking everyone which bags belonged to everyone.