that’s was the title on an article on Il Corriere della Sera, a major italian newspaper, and i share that view, we’re not there, maybe some of ours had friends or relatives there in the World Trade Center towers (we discovered we’ve 300 colleagues of us working there) but nevertheless we shared one of the worst day in history. I just felt damn sad and with that feeling from my stomach up to my throat of a disease and sorrow that’s surely faint compared to what people there may have experienced. Trying to imagine what people there in the offices felt imagined when a plane is crashing in, or even worse the people on the planes themselves, knowing they’re going to die and calling home. the people who were waiting for their relatives or wives or husbands or friends coming back and knowing they will not. it’s a thought that is so heavy and as i said even for us, here, safe (?) is a distubing thought something that make things different from before. I only hope this is not a beginning of something even worse that we don’t even want to imagine.