We’re all really good at it.  We’ve been training for years.  For me, it started in 1973, but that was child’s play compared to now.  And that’s for another time.  

Now, most people have a safe room in their home that can be closed off with a metal door and metal window.  But lots of old people (like us) live in old buildings, and we have a shelter in the basement.  Since most old people no longer use the stairs, and the elevator is dangerous in a time of attack, they are in greater trouble if they rush to the  shelter, so they huddle in the staircase.  Others, like us, can make it to the shelter but we have to be ready when the sirens go off.  That means – 1. be dressed (shower only when it seems safe and shampoo fast) 2. make sure the timing is sufficient ti make it 3.ensure the safety of the shelter. 4. wait for the warning siren.

We are not in the range right now of the bombing, but I’ve got a hunch that they going to arrive pretty soon, and to ease my sense of responsibility for the building, I’ve been nagging Ezi all day about the air vents.  

So today, as we went out to close the air vents of the shelter, that turned out to be so complicated that I had to take a quick shower, I started thinking about how we can get our dear old neighbors down in time, I noticed that the stairs need safety stickers to prevent slipping.   

I think I will let Ezi rest after our flu shots now, and worry more tomorrow.