I have managed to get a bit of sleep, and sit in the sun, surrounded by relatives and friends. My children are playing happily, I am coming up for air.
For the time being, we are all safe here, away from the unrecognisable T. I take a deep breath and survey the devastation left by last week with an eerie feeling: Everything looks the same, yet everything is different.
I have learnt that if you really want to hurt a parent, you should hurt their child. Bonus points if the parent is watching you do it helplessly.