tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post6218857906492179531..comments2024-03-04T12:44:00.261+00:00Comments on Debi Alper: The Revo Blog. Part 15Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09600815804658702077noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-83683287777832113552009-03-11T11:26:00.000+00:002009-03-11T11:26:00.000+00:00Yes, Clare! Very perceptive of you. When 7/7 hap...Yes, Clare! Very perceptive of you. <BR/><BR/>When 7/7 happened in London I was making my way into work at Aldgate with it all unfolding at the time. <BR/><BR/>I ducked under police tape and walked straight into what could have been a danger zone. It was only when I arrived at work that I realised what I had done ie taken risks in the way I would have done in the past. <BR/><BR/>But now, as a parent, I felt I didn't have the right to do that and burst into tears, feeling deeply ashamed. Trouble is, anything like that whisks me straight back to what happened in Grenada ...<BR/><BR/>Having kids definitely heightens anxiety levels!Debihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09600815804658702077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-11682391939459801442009-03-11T10:44:00.000+00:002009-03-11T10:44:00.000+00:00Do you ever relive it, but with changed circumstan...Do you ever relive it, but with changed circumstances? Like for instance, imagine how it would have been if you were already a mother then (I'm assuming you weren't)?<BR/><BR/>Just because, as a mother, as soon as I imagine living through something like that, my thoughts turn instantly to my kids.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-71334072808469626532009-03-11T09:45:00.000+00:002009-03-11T09:45:00.000+00:00Faye - you being THERE and me being HERE. You liv...Faye - you being THERE and me being HERE. You living it NOW and me reliving it THEN. You being the same age now as I was then ... Echoes and threads and layers of meaning ...<BR/><BR/>Clare - I find it hard to believe I lived through it too.<BR/><BR/>Liane - strange to relate that in those days I had no faith in anything other than people. That actually changed afterwards. But to be honest you just can't know how you'd react unless you live through it yourself. Who feels it knows it ...!Debihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09600815804658702077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-75886235236562626502009-03-10T18:14:00.000+00:002009-03-10T18:14:00.000+00:00Unlike Clare I try to believe in God - because I w...Unlike Clare I try to believe in God - because I want to. Or need to. It's problematic, though, this sometimes-belief, sometimes-unbelief, oftentimes-rage.<BR/><BR/>In your place I'd probably be on my knees praying to a God I wasn't even sure I believed in. What horror!Liane Spicerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05035607144500219524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-28969687169970160932009-03-10T10:25:00.000+00:002009-03-10T10:25:00.000+00:00(I don't actually believe in God, just in case any...(I don't actually believe in God, just in case anyone thought I was getting all religious on yo ass - I just like that quote)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-79372436629430235752009-03-10T10:24:00.000+00:002009-03-10T10:24:00.000+00:00Astonishing stuff. You only ever hear of war, inva...Astonishing stuff. You only ever hear of war, invasion, revolution, through such impartial routes. News broadcasts and history books. I find it hard to believe I know someone who lived through something like this. It's utterly gripping, and brilliantly told, and I so hope I never have to experience anything like this myself. There but for the grace of God...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21629015.post-69170673707865171002009-03-08T16:56:00.000+00:002009-03-08T16:56:00.000+00:00Frightening and bizarre indeed - that American voi...Frightening and bizarre indeed - that American voice coming through the mouthpiece of Radio Free Grenada... It's so strange reading your words and being here, unearthing yet more stories of this incredible time. We sat on the verandah the other night with my aunt and some friends. They too told me of the early morning when the planes came in. They laughed now, recounting that night, like it was something out of another lifetime. So, ludicrous that even now recalling those painful memories causes people to laugh in disbelief. <BR/><BR/>Thanks again Debi, your words are more alive than ever!Fayehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18337731195220163779noreply@blogger.com