I'm sorry

My daughter has gone to bed and I do my own online search for news about the missing people in the London bomb attacks. She swings between optimism and pessimism for news about a friend, the brother of her best friend, who was on the route of the bombings and from whom no-one has had news. A close, mutual friend who shares a flat with him, who normally takes the same tube to work as him, keeps her in touch with the absence of news about him.

A generation of people from Western countries who have lived through no wars and through no great political upheavals are joining the invisible worlds of those people who do.