It's been 3 days since the attacks on Brussels and even though I always promised myself I'd not let terror affect my daily life, I must admit it's starting to,... Today I was going to town and got on the bus as usual. On that bus, I got a message that a new police action was ongoing and suspects were sighted near public transport,... All of the sudden every person with a backpack, every person looking at their cellphone too concentrated, anyone somewhat out of the ordinary, looked suspicious and gave me that slightly uneasy feeling,... I hate myself for it. I drive my car daily. The odds are enormeously larger that I'll die in a carcrash rather than in an attack. So why doesn't my rational mind process it as such?