Terror attacks in London

K just called to let me know there has been a terror attack in London. Atleast five bombs, he said, the death toll ranging from one to ninety.
Once again the world feels a little less safe a place to live in. London is home, or as close to home you can get. Forget geography.
I hope no one I know is among the hurt or killed.

I didn´t feel like continuing shopping. Instead I returned to the hostel, where I had to wait to use the net. Now I´ve done a quick surf, and there are two confirmed dead, but there are still a lot of uncertainties. People are still trapped in trains underground. It must be hell. From previous attacks you know that the death tolls will rise. How high is anyone´s guess.

Luckily, I am going home tomorrow. It´ll be good. Alone is not a good place to be in times like these.

Earlier today I went to the ´Pope smokes dope´ exhibit, about the visual art of the 1960´s pop culture. It was quite similar to the ´Summer of Love´ exhibition I went to a month ago, in Liverpool´s Tate Gallery, only here I got the Eastern European aspect too.
There was an underground beat movement in Czechoslovakia, though on a smaller scale than that in the west. And, of course, less open. You had to know the right people to get information. There were rock/pop gigs though, advertised with graphical posters, and a certain amount of revolutionary propaganda weaved into them.