I finally decided to give the statement to police after a day. The terror attack in Toronto happened on Monday afternoon, took the lives of total 10 people, 15 injured. The dipshit plowed through the sidewalk for almost 2 km from Finch to Sheppard on Yonge street, a busy gathering point for workers and tourists. To my surprise, he wasn't a Muslim but a Christian or atheist with Aspergers, Armenian, little incel piece of shit. The uncomfortable part is I knew this person from some past interaction that I will not relive that memory.
Around afternoon I walked out of a Korean market after getting some itinerary. I did not work at that morning and decided that was the day to chill. As I walked toward the subway, I heard noises from across the street, and I stopped. It happened so quick, a white rental Ryder van slammed onto the sidewalk and start to run over, fling, drag and even crushed people under its wheels. It was going at least 70 km/h something. There were blood, shoes, bodies and I think there was severed limbs. By instinct and training I shouted at nearby pedestrian on this side of the sidewalk, and immediately brought a family into the park/square nearby where the concrete obstacles would serve as a way to block the van. But the van continued toward South. Olive Square is now a memorial vigil for the attack, if you are in Toronto or nearby please come by.
The van plowed its way through second point, Mel Lastman Square where there was busy lunchtime office workers who did not have time to react to anything. He ran over a couple more before making another long blocks to completely halt at the Poyntz road next to a condominium in Sheppard where he was arrested.
It shouldn't surprise me as I supposed to be so used to this. But it still felt off in some way. It felt strange also knowing someone else, a coworker, who lost a family member in the attack. It hit too close to home. I supposed to be used to deaths but it's doesn't feel that way. But yes, stuff like these are expected to happen in any society, especially in a capitalist society that failed both the victims and the attacker, which drove him to do these despicable things. What matter is you have to deal with the aftershock.
There are things we cannot be unseen or unheard. We have to live with them for long time. In a cynical way, those who passed away from this event had better lives than those who remain behind. Rest in peace to the loss.
To my friends, stay safe out there. Take care.