Monday, September 12, 2005
Four years ago
Yesterday, I didn't even remember that it was 11 September, anniversary of the New York attacks. I had a board meeting yesterday morning and I was thinking about that. It was a friend's birthday, so I was telling myself to send her greetings. And I was thinking about the peace march that covers 28 kms from the city of Perugia to Assisi.
It was only after the meeting, after lunch and after the afternnon nap, that Nadia said, they are showing a chinese film on the TV. I love chinese films. She said, it is about children near a brick kiln. I hoped that it was the film where Gong Li plays the mother of a deaf child. I had seen it on TV in China but since it was in Chinese, I hadn't followed it properly. But the film was about a teacher wearing a chador, trying to explain to nursery kids about bombings in New York and when children can't understand the meaning of tower, she takes them out to look at the chimney of the brick kiln.
It was that film where different directors have made short films on the theme of 11 September. The isreali film about the suicide bomber and the journalist who wants here story. Mira Nair's film on Salim, american born in Pakistan, called terrorist. The exiled man from Chile, bitter about the american double standards. The director from Lebanon with the dead american marine, his lebanese girl friend and the palestinian suicide bomber. The dream of boys from Burkina Faso to catch Osama Bin Laden and get 24 million dollars. But my favorite is about the deaf french girl, after the fight with her boyfriend in New York, hoping for a miracle.
My own memories of that 11 September 4 years ago, seems an episode from the same film. The waiting at Milan airport, shopkeepers suddenly closing their shops and running away, the unbelievable images on the TV in the bar, my cancelled flight to Beirut, the journey back to Bologna and all the while, thinking about Mummy travelling to Washington DC that morning. Her flight was diverted to somewhere in Canada and for few days, no body could tell where she was.
Two pictures from the visit to twintowers in 1996:
It was only after the meeting, after lunch and after the afternnon nap, that Nadia said, they are showing a chinese film on the TV. I love chinese films. She said, it is about children near a brick kiln. I hoped that it was the film where Gong Li plays the mother of a deaf child. I had seen it on TV in China but since it was in Chinese, I hadn't followed it properly. But the film was about a teacher wearing a chador, trying to explain to nursery kids about bombings in New York and when children can't understand the meaning of tower, she takes them out to look at the chimney of the brick kiln.
It was that film where different directors have made short films on the theme of 11 September. The isreali film about the suicide bomber and the journalist who wants here story. Mira Nair's film on Salim, american born in Pakistan, called terrorist. The exiled man from Chile, bitter about the american double standards. The director from Lebanon with the dead american marine, his lebanese girl friend and the palestinian suicide bomber. The dream of boys from Burkina Faso to catch Osama Bin Laden and get 24 million dollars. But my favorite is about the deaf french girl, after the fight with her boyfriend in New York, hoping for a miracle.
My own memories of that 11 September 4 years ago, seems an episode from the same film. The waiting at Milan airport, shopkeepers suddenly closing their shops and running away, the unbelievable images on the TV in the bar, my cancelled flight to Beirut, the journey back to Bologna and all the while, thinking about Mummy travelling to Washington DC that morning. Her flight was diverted to somewhere in Canada and for few days, no body could tell where she was.
Two pictures from the visit to twintowers in 1996:
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