Everyone is counting noses at school and work. I wondered why I heard sirens this morning.
Two or maybe four bombs exploded on the Moscow Metro during the morning commute. Nobody knows how many or by whom, although immediately the Chenchens are blamed, which I deplore.
The Kublianka metro is on the red line right in the very center of town at the Kremlin, a fifteen minute walk from our place. Hearing Park Kultury made my stomach clutch worse though. It's only two stops away, and was Stefan's stop when he was at the other campus. He rides the metro home from school every day on the red line, which stops at both Kublianka and Park Kultury. We'll have him come home by car until our brains wrap around this, the first bombing in Moscow since 2004.
Just knowing my eight-year-old is on the red line every single weekday was enough to make me feel ill. My heart goes out to anyone who had a loved one on the metro this morning and had an hour or a even a minute wondering if they were okay; let alone anyone who had a family member injured or killed, I don't even know what to say or think. Cashmar. Nightmare.
The metro is so efficient, so good, I don't drive here. It's so impressive nearly every time I go, I take a photo. (Can you find the "Park Kultury" on the sign up there?) The metro is one of the best things about Moscow. Not today though.