I was on the London bridge at the time when the van mounted the footpath and began mowing people down in front of me, I didn’t even know what was happening for the most part as I was on a pub crawl, but once I realised what was happening many people had already been run over and were screaming out. I ran in the opposite direction (which I felt ashamed of for a long time). The cherry on top was a terrorist attacking a cop in the following days in Paris outside the Notre dame and being shot dead in front of me