Archives For April 2013

April 19, 2013 in the early hours of the morning I was in my living room working on my wii Fit since sleep wasn’t my friend. I kept noticing cars circling out in front of the house and noticed a car park across my driveway. Upon looking out the window, I noticed a number of FBI agents on the sidewalk and porch of my next door neighbor. At first I assumed something may have happened to one of the students because they are always partying too much and the police get called due to the noise level. Detectives have been in and out of the two student buildings on a regular basis during the night as well as the morning. So back to my story, after an hour passed and the agents were all still there, I was starting to get really nervous. Being that I was the only one in the house, I felt I had to wake my husband. I felt really bad since it was the Friday of the vacation week before the Monday return to school, and he was supposed to be able to sleep until 8am. Not this time, it was 7:15am when I leaned over and was desperately trying to wake him up to explain everything. Poor Joe was so tired, it took a few minutes before the information actually registered in his head. He had to have his coffee first before he could comprehend anything. Once that was done, he went outside to see what was going on. He returned shortly after to say that the FBI was questioning all the roommates with the Marathon Bombings. Our neighbor, Nadine Ascencao, apparently dated Tamerlan Tsarnaev for 3 years ending their relationship back in 2009 with a restraining order due to his abuse of her. I Didn’t learn this piece of information immediately. Joe was only told that their was a connection between a phone number found in either Nadine’s phone or Tamerlan’s, which opened the investigation. The pair of brothers were on the run and the FBI needed to exhaust any and all leads as to where they might be and what their connections are to others that may have helped them with the terrible events which occurred on Marathon Monday. By 9:15 am the FBI agents in a single line turned around to leave in the direction that they came in. They returned two more times that same day.

Throughout the day, we continued to try to stay updated on events as they occurred. We were all nervous that these brothers had been out there somewhere wanting to do only god knows what and to whom. We knew that the night before the brothers were cornered in Watertown after carjacking a car. The driver was smart enough to get away. The car itself ran out of gas. Gunfire erupted through the streets. Tamerlan was shot multiple times and ultimately died from those wounds. Dzhokhar, His younger brother frantically plowed over his corpse in his prompt get away. The search would continue for him into the night. By the early hours of the morning many streets had been shut down, others followed shortly afterwards. Many neighborhoods resembled ghost towns. Thankfully, residents were to scared to beckon their doorsteps. Who wants to live that way? No one. After killing 3 and wounding 206 completely innocent victims, it all ended on the residential streets underneath a boat where Dzhokhar finally surrendered. Sporting gun shot wounds among other things, he had hit a brick wall. No one left to guide him. He now has to answer for his crimes.

Dzhokhar lays in a state facility longing for earlier days. He’s lucky though, he has landed himself San Diego lawyer Judy Clark ( His parents are back home denying the guilt of both their sons. A mother who herself committed shoplifting prior to her return home to her country. Tamerlan’s wife has changed her last name hoping to erase her past with a killer.

For the residents of Brook street, news reporters still linger about hoping to bend the ear of Nadine, Tamerlan’s former girlfriend. Nadine recently shared her story ( outlining their destructive relationship which ended in 2009. Some reporters want to offer her an opportunity to clear her name proving that she had no knowledge or part in the horrific events on Marathon Monday. Others just want to hear more about what it was really like to be the girlfriend of a killer, and a terrorist.

When I go to bed at night now I wonder what I don’t know and what I should know about others that live here on such a quiet, family oriented street. Do you know who lives next door to you?