There are individual men and women, and there are families.
On 9.11 I was still an innocent and young girl who was studying in Paris so far away from this tragedy.
I remembered that my mum picked me up at 4 PM at the school and was talking with others mothers who were hurry to know more about this painful and bewildering act. I remembered the image on French T.V. Everyone was so moved even though most people did not know anyone who perished. I remembered the day after or a few days later that we, children, had been gathered in the playground, I was standing opposite a beautiful mosaic and suddenly I closed my eyes for the minute of silence. Granted I could never imagine or feel the pain of Americans but at least at my level I can preserve this moment and never forget what happened.