<|begin_of_text|><|begin_of_text|><|begin_of_text|>It takes a lot to make me feel ashamed of London, my beloved home city. But yesterday’s tower-block inferno did it. The raging fire at Grenfell Tower in North Kensington, the disturbing speed with which this home to hundreds was<wm> destroyed, has left me speechless.

I remember standing on this hill watching the clock tower stand watch as the city held its breath and feared the worst.

But it wasn’t until 14:30 local time I found out for myself that this night would take on a grave and sense-shaking importance. We all knew Grenfell was a place to be concerned for, and with such disaster occurring, the city would pay its toll.

I was with my children on this day in London when our tower</wm> came in flames. My 11-year-old son rushed out into a sea of smoke, screaming,