Last week my kids had spring break in Maine and we decided to spend one day in Boston and a few days in New Hampshire, a typical New England vacation. The vacation week that was supposed to be cheerful for all of us, has been unfortunately marked by the tragedy at the Boston Marathon last Monday. Our thoughts and prayers go out to everyone who was affected by this tragedy.

Last Thursday we were in Boston, four days after the bombings, for an appointment at the Italian Consulate. It was a sunny, but chilly day, with a surreal atmosphere. I felt vulnerable, but also safe at the same time because police was everywhere. President Obama was expected to arrive in Boston anytime and the investigation was working relentlessly to find the criminals.

Last Thursday, we stayed in Boston for a few hours only; we drove back to New Hampshire right before the events in Cambridge and in Watertown escalated.

During those few hours in Boston, my eyes looked up at the blue sky to look for an answer to one question: WHY?