I fear for the life of the ones I love. I was sitting at home, happy becaus Real Madrid won the Champions League. I suddenly am bombarded with news and videos of an attack in London. My boyfriend and bestfriend live there. Specially my boyfriend who told me earlier he was going to work and leave at about 8:30/9pm. I call him endlessly but he doesn’t pick up. I start to panick. I sent him a message telling him to call me AS SOON as he saw the text. An hour later he calls. And he tells my the van that ran over all those people, went after him as well. He had the instict to run and get someplace the van couldn’t get to. He later went home shaking. I was in tears. Next day, im at home studying for finals when my bestfriend calls. He tells me the police had been raiding people’s homes. His house was one of them. According to him, the police broke the door and DID NOT IDENTIFY AS POLICE, everyone was scared shitless. Mind you in that house, his two younger siblings were there, his mom and dad. Mom was crying, the police handcuffed my bestriend, demanded information about themselves AND information about his neighbours regarding routines, religion, etc. Mind you again he live in a flat, so the whole building was raided. Other building were too. Because one of the suspects apparently lived in the midst of nweham and barking. ALSO WHERE MY BOYFRIEND HAPPENS TO LIVE. My bestfriend remained handcuffed through the whole investigation, which was HOURS. Keeping the rest of the family in a state of total disbelief. Now his mom wants to move, because she DOES NOT feel safe anymore. The police is supposed to help and protect civilians, not break in with war guns and do whatever they please. I fear for the life of my boyfriend and my bestfriend. The means DO NOT justify the ends. (thats the pic he sent me of the door)