Monday, 26 September 2011
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
Monday, 12 September 2011
Sunday, 11 September 2011
P I was on the bus, coming home from school. The driver had the radio on, but I hadn't managed to get a seat at the front that day, and couldn't hear what was going on. Someone asked "will they be punished?"; I do not remember what the response was - I did not know what was happening, and didn't really pay attention.
P I got home and my mother had the news on the television, which was something that never happened. "The Twin Towers have been hit by planes". I understood that this was live, because we did not have all those lines of text cluttering the screen in our country, saying "breaking news" and such (not at the time, at least).
P I went upstairs to put my things in my room, and turned on my television. I saw the first tower fall.
P I came back downstairs. My mother was in the kitchen, and hadn't seen. "One of the towers fell," I told her.
P "No," she said. Not a question, or an alarmed "say it isn't so". Just No, a statement, because it was absurd. Still is.
P But it happened, and the world changed. Terrorism used to be this thing that happened in faraway places with exotic names, and people grew numb to it, because it was always the same. Now it is something that can happen to us, the people right here (wherever "here" may be), and everyone is always afraid.
P But it is not a fear that paralyses, it is a fear that makes people shun the ideas of those who instilled it, so that they shall never achieve anything good.
P It makes no sense that the towers are gone, but, then again, terrorism makes no sense.
Friday, 9 September 2011
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
... that I threw my summer holidays away, when I have so many writing projects that have been on hold for years...
I remember thinking I had months ahead of me, and time for everything, and then I blinked and now classes start next week. I am so addicted to this game...
And I'm going to go play it as soon as I finish writing this.
Oh deary me...