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Skylines. I was at Il Ponte, an art gallery in the center of Rome. Pierluigi called me on the cell phone. Told me that two planes had hit the Twin Towers. And the Pentagon had been hit, too. I was silent. Mute. So he asked if I'd understood and told me again. It didn't sink in. I repeated his words to the gallerists. Impossible, they said, and turned on the radio. At a certain point all I could think about doing was going home and turning on the TV-- I had to see it to believe it. Then I spent the next 15 hours on my sofa watching TV. Alone. Crying. |
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A few days after The
Attack, my friend Agostino Bagnato asked me to write an article
for his magazine, ALBATROS. He wanted me
to describe how it felt for an American Living Abroad to see their country
bombarded.
The problem was that every day, via the press, TV and internet,
new elements were added. Therefore my approach towards the
situation changed, too. I made notes in English and then, with my
daughter's help, reworked them into Italian. Much of the text contained
in this site comes from observations made before writing the final Italian
version.
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