Joining hands

Thousands of kilometers and several times zones away the agony is excruciating. The  tragedy is Dhaka feels unbearable even in my home country where I arrived on Friday afternoon.

Every Friday I used to go to Holey Bakery to buy misty rolls and sticky buns for lunch. Every now and then I sat down at the cafe and didn't have to order because the staff knew that I would have green tea and a sticky bun.
I would enjoy my snack, the beautiful surroundings and the friendly service. Watch kids play outside, admire the stylish locals and greet the more casually dressed foreigners.

And I will keep on doing all this, at the Holey Bakery in Dhaka.
My thoughts are with the victims, the wounded and their loved ones.
But also in the future.
This is the time to show that good is stronger than bad.
There is place for versatility, free thought, liberal ideas, different religions or no religions at all.
There is place for respect and love for each other.

I reach out my hand, please take it. Do the same to the person next to you.