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2002-09-12

That morning was really bright and nothing would tell us something so outrageous would happen. I remember that Tuesday completely. The sky was so clear and the wind was blowing in a different way, bringing memories from my childhood. Everything had changed and it would change even more. I was about to present a seminar, I?ve entitled Cinema: the Dream Factory, to 250 students from high schools near the campus. I was modifying the last details on my powerpoint presentation and I spent some time in front of the computer but I didn?t turn on the internet and I don?t know why because I am a kind of addicted to news. Then I turned the machine off and I went to the auditorium to install my presentation in the other computer to train it. I spent almost the whole morning inside that place, isolated from the world outside and not knowing what was happening. Suddenly, the sound technician turns on the microphones and tells me something horrible just happened and I wouldn?t believe it (it seems it is happening right now). He had heard ONE the big towers in NYC had fallen because of an explosion and I should go home immediately because I would be late to my seminar. I live three blocks from the university and in three minutes I was standing in front of the television, watching those planes being destroyed towards the WTC, the towers collapsing and thousand of lives being silenced. No more cries, no more suffering from those who were missed during this terrible event... Now, just the (whole) world outside was mourning to the parents, brothers, sisters, fathers, sons, daughters, friends that were lost in the tragedy. I couldn?t stop the tears. They fell down in terror, quiet... I took a shower that seemed eternal though it was very short. I laid my head on the wall tile and the water took my tears away just for one moment. I looked myself at the mirror and I was living something that never happened in the movies: the World Trade Center falling apart, taking many lives with it.
I have heard once ?we are not enemies, but friends...? although passion sometimes darkens our life and our vision. We don?t see what is right or wrong just because our believes cover our right judgement and the hate dominates our soul. It sad that so many souls had to be lost because someone?s hate. When the world is going to let love and fraternity guide our reason and to stop the hate to prevail between us??? When the tears will stop??? When??? I hope soon...
I keep myself wondering that September 11th is the day that, for just some terrible hours, hate won the battle against love and life turned a little bit darker...