I am deeply saddened by the attacks on Istanbul's Atatürk Airport, and I am left without words. It just seems to go on and on and on... Everywhere, around the world. Too many places, too many people hurt. Istanbul is a part of me— how many times have I passed through that airport, stood at the very spot near the taxi queue, had a coffee at Nero while waiting to pick Pedro up when he was still living in Lisbon... There is nothing I can say to make sense of any of it, nothing that change things, nothing that can comfort. There are sick people in this world, people who are hellbent on destruction, people who do not need a single breath wasted on discussing them. The world is a beautiful place, full of beautiful people, who far outnumber the bad— even if it doesn't seem like it. Peace, love, and kindness.
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