Thursday, September 11, 2008

One, two, three... Wake up!

Today, seven years exactly after the terrorist attacks in Manhattan, the children, siblings, parents, colleagues, and friends of the missing ones met at Ground Zero to read their names, and one felt that all New York embraced them in a hug, sharing their pain. Time and again, one could hear the names of various members of the same family.

The images and sounds were very impressing, maybe because they were simple and natural. I'm sure you can remember watching television on September 11th and thinking that what you were seeing had to be a film -- it could not be real.

The solemn, sad roll-call went on. All of a sudden, I heard a little girl reading a name that sounded strangely similar to mine...

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