It seems they used to call these Air Raid Drills. Even with the more friendly title, it still serves as an eerie reminder of the tension in the Korean peninsula. I can't decide what is more strange: That they actually practice their reaction for being attacked by the North, or that they do so without the slightest bit of panic.
From where I sat, it looked like a well choreographed "Busy Morning Street Scene" from a movie, and the sound of the alarm was like the Director shouting "Action!"
I did not leave my vehicle and seek shelter in the nearest building. I locked my doors, wished I was home with Nathan and called my husband. He didn't answer (probably seeking shelter and following directions), so I just waited for the "all clear." I am such an American. At 2:15pm the sirens sounded again, people got in their cars, traffic began to move and we went on our way as if nothing had happened.
Sometimes I realize all over again that I really am in a foreign place, and it stops me in my tracks--literally!
But look who was waiting for me when I got home!
But look who was waiting for me when I got home!
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| Nathan waking up from his nap |
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