"I was in Bali a year ago. I decided to do some justice to the pictures I took but left forgotten for more than 14 months. I remember taking a walk alone in Kuta. I broke away from my colleagues and decided to pay homage to the place terrorism occured closest to home. I met a local cabby who was waiting for customers. We chatted a bit and he spoke amazingly fluent in English. He was at home when the bombing happened - just 20 minutes away - and he could hear it from where he lived. He sped down to Kuta because he had suppose to meet a friend down at the bar. He described the scene as a 'war zone'. There were body parts strewn everywhere. He saw a man holding his guts walking around dazed - perhaps looking for help. He saw another man's his face splintered open. His friend was fortunately alive but the bar he own was ripped. Kuta had never been the same after that. There's a strange calm that's befallen that place like a deathly spell. The hauntings that took place was another matter. I've completely forgotten the cabby until today. I hope he is well.
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