7.7: One Day In London Page #4

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"of the 22nd of July,

"which crosses with your letter

of the 13th of August."

"Dear Mrs Jenkins,

"I'm desperately sorry to hear about

"the death of Emily Rose,

your daughter.

"It is impossible for anyone

"who has not lost a child

in terrible circumstances

"to understand the agony

you must be suffering.

"I don't think it would be

sensible to go over the arguments

"about the causes behind

the explosions on the 7th of July.

"I continue to believe, however,

that the people to blame

"for taking the life of your daughter

and so many others

"were those that planned

and carried out the bombings

"in London on that day.

"I also recognise

there is nothing I can say

"which will help ease

your pain or grief.

"Yours sincerely, Tony Blair."

Do you think he feels responsible?

I don't know what he feels

in the middle of the night.

No, I expect, I expect Mr Blair

doesn't feel responsible,

wouldn't you?

As the smoke cleared, I could see

a little around the carriage.

And I realised, there had just been

a huge amount of devastation.

The doors were blown off,

there were great pieces of buckled

and twisted metal lying around.

All the windows were blown out.

I realised my shoulders and hair

were covered in glass.

I couldn't believe I had survived,

I think it's given me a huge respect

for the resilience

of the human body,

that any of us could

have survived that,

when you saw what it had done

to the carriage.

The first thought

that went through my mind

was that I was at home in bed

having a nightmare,

you know, those nightmares

you get when you're in that position,

you either daren't move,

or you can't move

because something's

frozen you in that space of time.

I thought, "Oh, it's one of those,"

then I thought, "I don't like

this very much, go back to sleep,

"and when I wake up

it might be different."

But, of course, when I came to again

it wasn't different,

I was, it was still dark.

I could smell smoke,

and then I woke up

and found myself lying on

a train track,

um, beside a train,

and I could see that

we were at a platform,

because I could see, "Aldgate"

written on the other side.

I could see the platform

on the other side.

So, there was a train,

there was myself,

train tracks, and then platform.

I thought I had fallen out,

and almost like, nobody had noticed,

sort of thing.

You know, "Trust me

to lean on the door,"

and, "What idiot

would lean on the door?"

"Something's bound to happen

at some point."

Um, and it didn't occur to me

that there had been an explosion

or anything like that.

You know, it just wouldn't

cross your mind.

I could see this white thing,

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