- Contributed by
- Nobbie_4005
- People in story:
- Reginald Bickers
- Location of story:
- London
- Article ID:
- A1998011
- Contributed on:
- 09 November 2003
I was walking the streets to Cafe Du Paris for a dance night when I heard the saddest news about my favourite cafe. I arrived outside and just saw rubble and smoke, a man was there and he told me that all the pople inside where dancing and that they did not know that a bomb had been dropped and they were all killed. This man had just left the cafe, and it was reall devestating as lots of my friends were inside.
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