9/11

Everyone knows what they were doing when it happened. I was coming back from school for dinner and when I came outside, my mother was waiting for me.

She then announced me the terrible news. I did understand the words she was saying, but it seemed as real as a movie is. I saw the images and immediately thought about how the special effects looked real. But this time, there was no post production tricks. It was all real. I saw people suffering and crying, but I didn’t feel that much sadness. I didn’t get what that meant, how much this moment changed the lives of thousands of people. That this moment was going to be in history books from now on.

And I didn’t feel it. I felt sadder when one of my favourite TV show ended. I connected more to fictionnal people than real humans. For a long time I didn’t know why, but now I know. People mean nothing without stories. You truely empathize with someone when you know their motivations, their aspirations, their dreams, their imperfections, their fears. So maybe the news should be a little more like a TV show. You start to feel like you know personally this person it’s happening to (or it’s family) and then you can fully understand the implications of such a disaster.

What I really want to say is, it doesn’t matter what you were doing when it happened. All that matters is what happened after. It brought people together. For once, everyone was unified by a terrible event (yes), but they had a point in common. They were not alone. You never are, but we’re all akind to forget it easily. People die. Shit happens. What matters is how you deal with it.