Thursday, the 7th of July, 2005 was a typical hot summer morning in London. I woke up and decided to get to work by bus and not to rush into a stuffy hot train. At half past 7, I got on my first bus journey on number 83 where I sat on a nice cozy seat right at the front, people were talking, children laughing in the background a baby held by her mother smiling innocently at me. As I play with the baby and make funny faces at her, I think to myself how hard the world will be in your generation…
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