Watching the manhunt unfold on Twitter, I’m struck by the fact that I have nothing clever to say.
When I first heard that a policeman had been shot at MIT, there was no impulse to tie it to the marathon bombings. I thought these guys would be smarter, somehow, and that they would have left the city right now.
I keep coming back to that photo of Martin Richard, a little boy watching the marathon – one of the alleged bombers looming behind him.
These guys were kids themselves recently, is what I keep thinking. They most likely cried over scraped knees and took lunchboxes to school. Dzhokhar Tsarnaev was born in 1993. He’s a 90s kid, for God’s sake.
I keep thinking that having a city on lockdown is normal and reasonable. No one is questioning that decision and I don’t question it myself. But background checks for weapons, though? Totally irrational and out-of-this-world.
As a P.S. to all of this – while everyone was watching Boston, a coffee shop bomb in Baghdad killed 27 people.
There’s nothing good to report. Days like this make me want to do nothing – just shut off the phone and sit on a park bench somewhere with Lev, and watch him chase pigeons around. It’s finally warm in Moscow, and he is wearing his new little keds.