The day after leaving Moscow, a protest bomb exploded in a tourist hotel that I had once stayed in. You have a big family, we all have children. Later, as our boat from Greece to Italy followed the Albania coast so close that we could have skipped a rock to the shore, the war was close to home for us. The next day, in the newspaper, we read about the American plane loaded with bombs that had made a crash landing only miles from where we had been. Today, I was told, the port we entered has been closed.
Newspapers are full of the sound and fury.
And now, the Chinese Embassy has been bombed. In Beijing, young people are throwing rocks and bottles at our embassy as the Chinese guards stand by. On the streets, young Chinese are beating Americans. Travelling across China with five young children. Americans, alone in a foreign and hostile land.