At almost 2pm, we got an e-mail from our warden that there has been an explosion at the camp - possibly a car bomb. I quickly called home and made sure that the kids are ok. Nobody really felt like working after that. I was too distracted to do anything - I just wanted to go home and be with the children.
On the way home, we saw the wreckage. It just seemed surreal. I had a hard time registering the fact that the camp had been attacked.
We had an emergency briefing later that evening with the Director. He comfirmed that it had been a car bomb. Turned out that we weren't the only camp attacked. Another car bomb was also detonated at another camp almost simultaneously as ours. A militant group had claimed responsibility. They also claimed that there was a third bomb but aborted it at the last minute to prevent loss of innocent lives.
This attack can only mean bad news for us expats.
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