On the other side, in the baggage area, you could see where the bomb had gone off. There was dust everywhere, ceiling panels on the floor, shattered glass, blood and big piles of dusty luggage that had obviously been abandoned by people trying to escape.

You do think ‘shit, if our plane had landed half an hour earlier, that could have been my bag sitting there’. I saw a chap with a bloodied arm, and someone with a rag on his head, but nothing catastrophic, the worst injured people had probably been taken to hospital already.

As we came out, we saw the impact of an even bigger bomb on our left, by the start of the taxi rank. There was blood smeared on the floor, sirens, at least seven ambulances. Panels at the side of the building had been blown off, the walls were shredded.



The police kept pushing us along, until the cordon ended at a multi-storey car park, where they just left us in chaos.