Survivors Blog Their Thoughts

— -- Many survivors of the London bombings turned to the Internet to express their thoughts. These blogs gave the world a sense of what it was like to go through the events of July 7, 2005, in London.

Bob Thompson, a professor of popular culture at Syracuse University says, "even journalists were looking at these blogs to get more information." He points out that "this community was created almost instantaneously and has sustained itself one year on." He also points out that these accounts can be very touching and "one almost feels guilty for eavesdropping."

Here are a few excerpt from blogs of survivors of the London bombings.

But when the weather is the same, the news is all 7/7, it is hard to get away and find a space where I am not Rachel North, Bomb Survivor, just Rachel. The person I was before all this madness started, when I could see without smoke and tears in my eyes, when I could watch the news without seeing my face and the faces of people I know, and care about; the person who got on a train a year ago on a wet summer morning, with a light heart and nothing to fear and everything to look forward to. It feels like a lot longer than a year. I wish I could turn back the clock, that I had never got on the train, that the bombers had changed their minds and decided not to go through with it. I wish.

Rachel North's blog: http://rachelnorthlondon.blogspot.com/

I am feeling somewhat detached from life at the moment. I can hardly believe the anniversary of the bombings is upon us, yet at the same time it seems like a lifetime ago. It is summer again, and there are new triggers which I had forgotten. Hot, airless tubes are the worst. They take me straight back to that day.

Holly Finch's blog: http://hollyfinch.blogspot.com/

I know that later today I will sit in a room and talk mostly about how I waited to die on a near pitch black train for 40 min. almost exactly a year ago. My counselor remarked: "that's a long time to wait to die". Yes, it is. It is that feeling that I was convinced I was going to perish there and then, no question, which made me want to vomit on a train last week. Suddenly I feel this emotion at the strangest of times, but at least I am feeling something for a change!