Monday bloody Monday. Two emotions are most prevalent today - anger and sadness. Everything was going well. Passengers on the '10' tram to Hietzing this morning experienced a scene which will surely remain engrained in their minds for a while to come.
Traffic lights. Motorcycle. Truck. Screaming.
I cannot describe the sound of metal being crushed under a truck. The eerie stillness that follows whilst people try to compute what they have just seen, followed by a sudden flurry of movements.
A woman had just been run over by a truck, right in front of my very eyes. The piercing screams meant that she was still alive. Rushing out of the tram, a man stopped me. "Ohne dich gehts auch". Why wasn't I allowed to help? Surely I'd be of more help than those horrid boys photographing the scene on their i-Phones and exchanging inappropriate glances
Tram continues.
People continue about their business as before. The lady next me fails to answer my question - perhaps she hasn't heard me. She grunts at me for not getting up the second the tram has reached our destination.
I am angry and sad. Yet who am I to judge what the woman on the tram has been through/is going through? Her indifference to these events made me feel angry. The boys taking pap shots made me angry.
Yet:
This episode has led my mind to go into overdrive today.
Thinking, thinking, thinking.