Remy Bonnaffe was listening to music on his headphones and checking his phone as he waited for his train home to Ghent after a day at the office in Brussels. “A normal day.”
Then, over the music, something more sinister: “All of a sudden I heard a bang, looked over and saw this thing burning.
“And at first I thought, maybe it’s just a regular explosion, an electronic device or whatever,” he said. “But when I heard the second explosion I started to get in instinct mode.”