first, nineteen men killed two thousand
nine hundred and seventy-seven people.
then the “war on terror” began, which has
so far cost the lives of over three million
people, as a direct result of war violence
or as collateral damage.
it has been raining since the morning,
so i decided to stay in bed longer and read
the old spaniard’s the tragic sense of life.
later, i had a bowl of porridge for breakfast
and the usual dose of vitamins. i realised
what day it was only when i decided to sign
the papers, finally ending the twenty years
of my marriage. what a coincidence.
first, nineteen men killed two thousand
nine hundred and seventy-seven people.
the rest are just the statistics of deaths
and a catchphrase.
hidden pilcrow 
an extra-ordinary day
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I still remember what I did that day twenty years ago, although some details are starting to fade. I was then a young journalist and that day I was on a reporter’s duty in the newsroom. I remember going to someone’s house to collect information for an article, but the moment I got there, the television started broadcasting the first news from New York and instead of talking about the problem I was supposed to write about, we all sat in silence, unable to take our eyes off the TV screen.
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