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I was at home when I found out. Switch on the TV, fall onto the sofa. Forget.
Not today. Two towers, silver in the sun. Thick heaving smoke. The grey flag of terror. I was watching it live when the second

Hit.

And you watch in awe. The insurmountable hatred burrows into the column.
What goes through your mind? What can you think?

I don’t remember.

I ran upstairs and told my brother the world was ending. I was 16. They were bombing America; we were next.

I remember the carpet; rough in my hands as I dug my fingers into it. That is all I remember.

I remember where I was.