Scared in Bratislava
I spent most of yesterday wandering around Vienna, then took a train to Bratislava, so I had little idea about what was going on in the outside world. In the evening, I was eating dinner in a restaurant when I saw something that made my blood run cold.
The TV in the corner was silently showing a Slovakian evening news broadcast, and I could see a pall of black smoke over a city. I don’t understand much Slovakian, so all I was able to make out from the on screen text was:
London … Metropolitan Police … terrorism
I was naturally very concerned. I asked a waiter what was going on. He asked his colleague, who had been paying attention to the broadcast, and who told me that it was just a fire in an old bus station.
What a relief!