Thursday, May 26, 2011

Not Again....

I'm sure Penelope never had these problems..
You may remember that about 18 months ago I was in a completely avoidable, hideous car crash.  Yesterday I was unlucky enough to see (but thankfully not be part of) another one.  We were heading to RAK on the Emirates Road when a large puff of gravel and smoke appeared near the central reservation, then careered across, almost onto the hard shoulder.  We couldn't really see what had happened, but as we approached, it was clear a car and driver had just had a very nasty eperience.

As we were about 100 metres away when it happened we were on the scene in a flash, and parked up to see if we could help.  When I say we, let's be clear, I didn't actually get out of the car, I left that to the boy.  I did try to, and wanted to, but one sight of the mangled wreckage and the trapped passenger (the blood, the blood) and I actually couldn't physically move.

So many parallels and things I try very hard to never think about:  the kindness of strangers, the lovely ambulancemen and police, the tears, the lost shoes and sunglasses, the glass in my bra (!) and my handbag, which I couldn't seem to get rid of for weeks....but the most overwhelming thing was a sense I hadn't expected to bring back such vivid memories: the smell.  I don't know if it's the sun, the heat, the dust, the mangled metal, the broken glass, the blood, the petrol, or all of these  things, but the highway in the desert after a crash has a very unique odour.  When I opened the car door, that smell hit me, and it was why I remained rooted to the spot.

I won't ham this up or get too dramatic.  This didn't happen to me, after all. The driver was carried out of the car, and despite the blood will ultimately be ok, I'm sure.  That's if you don't count the inevitable flashbacks, nightmares and panic attacks when you first get into a car again. 

The boy took me for an ice-cream which lifted my spirits for the rest of the journey (fickle, me?!)  But it has been on my mind ever since. There but for the grace of god....please drive safely desert family, and beyond....

1 comment:

Mrs Dubai said...

Seeing an accident here always upsets me. I think you're very brave. xox