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March 13, 2004

Handing that person over to God

The end

At a little past 0800, I called emergency services and gave her name. The person who answered the phone was very nervous. She directed me to the place where the doctors would have more information.

Minutes later, they offered me a pill. And then, although I didn't say anything to any of my family, I was absolutely convinced that my wife was dead. That was it. The end.

I've always thought the same about terrorism - in Madrid as much as anywhere else in the world. And that is that it's meaningless.

When you use force to make a point, there will be a backlash against you, and that will be either as big or bigger than the problem was to begin with.

Child again

It's absurd. I don't feel any repulsion. I don't know - indifference. The only thing I know is that they've torn out my heart. And now I'm like a child of five years old. Now I've got to start everything again - becoming an adult all over again.

I've got to say that it's all the same to me - whether it's Eta, or al-Qaeda, or any other group of terrorists. To me it's the same feeling. The only thing I know is that they've snatched away a part of my life and nobody can bring it back.

I don't care who they are. I don't care what happens to the people who did it.

When you bury a person, the pain is that it is the last moment when you have that person next to you and when the ceremony ends you hand that person over to God. You don't lose them, but you stop having them at your side through everything.

--Jesus Antonio Munhoz, Madrid, Spain

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Posted by thdyck on March 13, 2004

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