This is the "technology" that changed my life... I was a small child when the Cuban Missile Crisis began. Air-raid siren tests screamed out with regularity. We had a bomn shelter in our basement. Fear of the "Red Threat" was jammed down our throats. I lived with nightly and terrifying nightmares of war and death throughout my entire childhood. Even today, the sound of an air-raid siren makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. This disused siren sits at the entrance to the "Diefenbunker" Canada's formerly top secret air-raid shelter designed to house the government, officials, and military.... while the rest of us, presumanly, fried. With the end of the Cold War, the Diefenbunker is open to the curious public.
The Diefenbunker Poem:
In Bermuda shorts, pushing strollers and giggling, tourists rush to the next exhibit. Hoping to beat the traffic and get to Walmart before it closes.
I, on the other hand, recall the fallout shelter in our basement and cold-sweat nights (and days), waiting for the bomb to drop.
