tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908461644259659419.post5097478294767380510..comments2024-03-28T14:04:01.556-07:00Comments on Midlife Cycling: Paris. Then Istanbul...And Brussels. Where Does It End?Justine Valinottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852069587181432102noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908461644259659419.post-80868770761136958542016-03-24T13:54:44.015-07:002016-03-24T13:54:44.015-07:00Leo--How many times in life do we "just miss&...Leo--How many times in life do we "just miss" one tragedy or another? And what of those who don't?<br /><br />Let us be thankful!Justine Valinottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10852069587181432102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908461644259659419.post-69542825477192045962016-03-24T13:33:22.341-07:002016-03-24T13:33:22.341-07:00Thank you Justine, from we who were close to it.
...Thank you Justine, from we who were close to it.<br /><br />Indeed close. I have been through Brussels Air Terminal many times, been on that Metro line. Know the places.<br /><br />Our son's sister-in-law was boarding a train in the next Metro stop west, missed the attack there by about three minutes.<br /><br />A friend who works in an EU office was heading out of Brussels on a flight, but was running late. She missed the attack by about five minutes.<br /><br />And our Turkish friends from Istanbul were living in Paris during those attacks...<br /><br />We breath deeply, try to continue on our way.<br /><br />LeoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com