my impressions

I know it has been five years. I remember well the day, a very strange one. There was a strike going on. I managed to get into work, and all was out-of-place to start with anyways. A commotion in the hall, a tv turned on in a meeting room. Strange images, stranger than anything the movie industry had us ready for. Here I was, on the 20th floor of the tallest building in our country's capital city.

I wanted to be home with my loved ones.

Five years later. It is an odd feeling to walk to this place. There is a sombre mood here in this otherwise eternally busy and loud city. Visitors seem a little lost. I was.