Obamarama II

I think I might have been very close to Mr. Obama himself today, even though I didn't actually see him. I was walking to H&M after work (which was more busy today than the whole of last week combined, phew) and the White House is on the way. As I was approaching the crossing of a heavily trafficed road leading away from there, I realised police cars had literally blocked all the connecting roads, and the policemen were standing outside their cars (I wanted to take a photo but as the policeman was staring at me any sudden hand movement felt like a bad idea). 30 seconds later two police cars speed down the road, sirens on. They are followed by two fancy black cars (with older men in them, as far as I could see), which in turn are followed by two black landrover-style cars with shaded windows. The whole entourage is followed by yet two police cars with screaming sirens. So, I think it is highly probable, and I choose to believe, that it was Obama in the car. Maybe he saw me; we were only three people waiting at that crossing, so everything must have gone very fast. It is still hard to realise that many of the world's most important institutions and people are only a short walk from where I am sitting right now.