84. No words....

I have been trying all morning to write an entry on my blog about the worst attack of my life which I lived through 2 days ago, but 4 hours later I am still at a loss for words. Maybe once the sounds of the explosions and gun fire stops ringing in my ears, I have gotten a full nights sleep without waking up every 30 minutes, the gaping hole I see out my window in the building next to me where rockets hit gets repaired, I stop jumping every time I hear a loud sound like the door slamming or a book falling off my desk and everyone stops asking me if I am OK and when I am going to leave then I can find the words to write.

Here are some photos of my office which was right in the line of fire.