Today was Maggie's last day. Elisa left on Tuesday, in a flurry of activity. Things just are not going to be the same. From the end of lunch to the end of the day, I must've answered a volley of questions from at least one third of the office. It was like a corporate version of "Riot at the Galleria."
I then dropped in at the offices of LGNY. I heard about the bombing of the Admiral Duncan, a pub in London on Old Compton Street. It was a nail bomb that killed three people and injured many more. Old Compton Street is in the middle of the West End, near the theatre district. Also, this was the beginning of a bank holiday, a three-day weekend, in Britain. So everyone was caught off guard.
More importantly, this is the third such hate attack in Britain. In the past few weeks, bombings were carried out in an Afro-Carribean neighborhood in Brixton, and in a Bengali street, Brick Lane, in the East End. The Jewish community is afraid that it will be attacked next.
As someone who has been on Old Compton Street as a passerby, and someone who's eaten in Brick Lane a few times this year, these bombings have their resonance for me. Also, I have many friends and relatives in London. Incidents like these are very worrying.