Ball of fire

This pic, taken through a bad and dirty window of the plane , reminded me of the explosions that have disturbed the wonderful city of Istanbul and taken so many's life. Why do people think that their feelings of unhappiness will disappear when they kill and make other people unhappy? And it causes an endless spiral of hatred and violence .
Aynil and I were sitting in their living room and were blipping and talking about the beautiful day we had when we heard the explosion. The house is quite far away from the old center, on the other side of theBosporus but 400 kg of dynamite make for a very loud bang.

So sad.

Back home in Hamburg now after an airport and flight day.