These weren't just any sirens. These were air-raid sirens.
Having lived in Fort Collins, my first thought was tornados. But there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Then I looked around: everyone was speaking German or French, I was standing next to a cathedral, and I was in Europe. I have also watched WAY too many historic films.
My heart shot up into my throat and I immediately thought, "Jesus...it's World War III!"
I ran home and immediately phoned Nick, leaving various voice messages like, "It's an emergency, there's sirens and I don't know where our bunker is! Get in a bunker, Nick!"
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It also didn't help that about a week prior to this, we had been issued our potassium iodide pills as part of our integration package. These were given to us with a little, not-so-reassuring speech about the need to have them in case of a nuclear disaster because we were now living just a few miles away from a nuclear power plant. While I appreciate the protective gesture, it didn't exactly scream "willkommen".
Peaking out of my apartment window, sirens still blaring, I started to calm down as I noticed that no one on the street seemed to be nearly as concern as I was. No women were clutching their babies and tearing through the streets, no people praying, and certainly no one taking pills.
This was a test...only a test...of the national alarm system.
Happy National Alarm Testing Day!