I clearly remember that day.
I was at my home with a girl who used to be my best friend. It was our first day in high school and she went to my place that afternoon. Mom called me from her shop and told me “Grazia (a friend who works in a shop near hers) has just told me about the Twin Tower! What happened?”
I turn on the TV and saw the Twin Towers, people falling from the windows, people with white fabric asking for help. I saw police, firemens, heroes.
And when my friend was gone, I cried so much, feeling so hurt inside and being so stunned. People can do this? A human being can crash two airplanes against the TT? Are we able to do this? And why?
After 8 years, no justice was made. Families are still crying and I still feel an open wound in my heart.
Yesterday I saw World Trade Center by Oliver Stone and tears came to my eyes. I’m italian but I feel myself so much close to the USA.
All my love to all the heroes who passed away trying to save lives.
All my love to all the victims of this nightmare.
