ON FEAR
I came into this city 3 weeks after it suffered a terrorist attack, a series of bombings in public places, killing innocent people. I was afraid. I carried a big ball of fear with me into this country. And although I am experiencing more joy and hope each day here than I would on any other normal day in my life, there is still a part of me where this fear sits.
I hate the idea of fear. Even more than that I hate the idea that I am being affected by it. I hate that the people who are using fear to paralyse us, to hold us back, to stop us, or to enrage us and convince us we have enemies, that there is a them and an us, are winning over me in some small way.
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