Brussels Train Crash

Two trains crashed today in Belgium just outside of the station at Buizingen, not far form Brussels. The death toll so far is 20 people and it's rising. At least 80 people were injured. Witnesses say, that when they came out, they saw dead bodies lying next to the tracks, mutilated.

This carnage raises some questions. First of all, how could this accident happen? It seems like there is a problem . The two trains collided, because some error happened. The question is, what kind of error? At this time it's hard to tell. An investigation will take place, but it will take some time for the results to be published.

I always thought that the train is the safest way to travel. But this carnage makes me think twice as to whether I want to get on a train or not. I don't know, I was OK with trains until today. Maybe it was a human error, but maybe it was the ice. The cold, that freezes the country these days. There are so many factors, but still, I cannot trust trains anymore.

The damage is huge if we are thinking about the material part, but let us not forget the human part to. There were humans on the trains, and some of them are dead. I saw recently published pictures with a man carrying a little girl in his hands. I don't know if she died or if she was just asleep. But I am thinking about her as a princess, who is sleeping now, and after the hard days are gone, she will wake up. The caressing arms of her father and mother will protect her from any harm, so she can wake up at every moment.

And this is just one story. What about those, who were mutilated in the crash? What can their relatives say? You leave on a road and you say goodbye to the beloved ones, and the next hour they receive a phone call or worst, they see on the news that you are no longer here.

The pictures published about the crash are horrible, they speak about death, although the rescue team brings a little hope there. But those racks and human limbs on the groundÉ In these moments I sink a little in myself and I call my beloved ones, to tell them how much they mean to me, because there may be a day, when I want to say that but I will not have the opportunity.