Well, I’m not from United States, I’m salvadorian. Now I’m 15 years old. But I was 5 years old when the world changed forever: 9/11. I don’t remember anything. My dad remembers. My aunt does too. She lives in California. She was watching T.V that day. She was one of the thousands of americans who lives with pain in their hearts since that fateful day. I ‘m addicted to know EVERYTHING about 9/11. Since 9/11 10 years special I’m addicted. I know everything about it. My dad told me that he picked me up as a normal day in our country. Nothing was going on here,in El Salvador. Salvadorians were deaf and blinds about United States. Until the next day newspapers tell us the history of that day. THOUSANDS of salvadorians made calls to United States, to their sons, to their parents, sisters, brothers…To know if they were still alive. And yes, the were. They were living dead. First I’m not american, I didn’t care about that. I couldn’t even pronounce United States correctly. Now I know, I know what kind of pain you americans suffer that day. YouTube videos, histories, memories, prays. Everything is painful for me. I know. One salvadorian perished that day. Her name was Ana Gloria Pocasangre de Barrera. She was in American Airlines flight 175, the one that crased into south tower, as the world saw. Was the only salvadorian who perished. Her mom can’t go to United States. She is 79 years old lady. She can’t fly anymore. Since sunday, september 9th, 2001 she never knew about her daughter again. She said in an interview “feels horrible not being able to take even a rose for my daughter” she is still with a little hope in her hand that Ana Gloria comes back and knock to the door and says “hi mommy, I’m back, they were wrong I’m alive”.
And me? I’m 15 years old girl, but I just want to know if there is still a world out there.