The bombs next door – Brussels 22/03/2016

I knew it from the non-stop flood of sirens, the shrill cries of officers, and sounds of trucks and whistles on the street. The neighbourhood was much louder and urgent-sounding than usual. I struggled to turn on my phone, and then the messages came flooding in. Something wasn’t right. March 22nd, 10:30 AM “Cass, are…