8 years ago, I was seating on the terrace of a bar in Paris, enjoying
my last day of vacation I was due to leave the day after. I went inside
to use the men's room as I walked back I noticed everyone had their
eyes fixed on the Tv screen, so I looked up and saw that awfull image
that we all remember, at first I tought it was a movie, even tough it
looked like the news. But my mind was simply refusing to register and
accept this could be real...
I
remember walking back to the terrace, nothing had changed nobody
outside seemed to know what was going on, the air was still carefree...
As I sat back my friends noticing how stunned I looked wanted to know
what had happened to me... Very soon the mood changed on the terrace,
in the metro that we took everyone look somber. For my generation, it
was the first time we had the feeling that the sky had fallen over our
heads. the numbers 911 took on new meaning and will never be anonymous
again
The next day I stayed all day at the airport, and was taken by
bus to an hotel untill the planes could fly again. Nobody complained,
our world had changed but we were alive and thankful and grieving for
those that were lost or had lost a dear one, grieving that other human
beings could have perpetuated such horrors.
8 years later, that
action is still claiming lives but we most of us have gone back to our
carefree lives saved the nostalgia that our best years may be behind
us...
May the departed find peace...
May the living find peace...