I was in my drama class during the 9/11 events. It was a strange day, kind of surreal. We were trying to get a scene ready for the morning when the high school principal told that there was an attack on American soil.

In our little classroom at the corner of the building, we had only this announcement. No tv, no radio.

At first, we thought that it was war coming to U.S. we had a lot of scenarios going through our brains.

What I remember the most was the sadness in my teacher's eyes. He was and still his South American. Just after the announcement, he felt really struggled. Then, he sat down and started crying. It was no comedy or drama, just pure and real human emotions.

Then he started talking about his past. The revolutions and the struggles that he had to go through as a kid and as a father. It was the main reason why he migrated to Canada. To avoid all of this hatred and violence.

I will never forget 9/11, not only because of the dramatic events that went on in New York, but also because of the moment we took, to pay respect to the victims and the quality of the talk that we had with our teacher.

It was truthful, it was real. I'm sorry for the loss that anyone might have encounter that day and I truly wish that the world would have been different. But what we lived that day, even if we were 370 miles up North, was intense. We've been truly touched by the events. Everyone did... But what came out of it, the talked that we shared, it will stay in my mind and I will always use it as an exemple of something great that come out of a really sad and painful situation.

I'm not a U.S citizen, I'm sure that a lot of you were more directly touched by the events and I hope that I didn't offend anyone by writing all of this. It's just that I stumbled across some of Annie Lebovitz pictures of the events and I wanted to share my experience with you.
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Jan 13, 2013