I wasn't in the USA ten years ago on 9/11. I saw the events of that day on television from an Internet cafe on Zanzibar.
I thought I'd have something to say today, but I don't. 9/11 wasn't about me—I wasn't in New York, I didn't know anyone who worked in the World Trade Center, and the only people I knew who were nearby, I've already mentioned in my book, Stalking the Wild Dik-Dik, and in the raw material that I typed out on my website that day.
Here it is, in its unvarnished form, written a decade ago.
I thought I'd have something to say today, but I don't. 9/11 wasn't about me—I wasn't in New York, I didn't know anyone who worked in the World Trade Center, and the only people I knew who were nearby, I've already mentioned in my book, Stalking the Wild Dik-Dik, and in the raw material that I typed out on my website that day.
Here it is, in its unvarnished form, written a decade ago.
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