miércoles, 7 de septiembre de 2011

Ten years ago

Federico Salazar´s nose shrugged a little bit and his eyes shone a doubtful spark. Not even him, a seasoned newscaster, accustomed to the terrible events of life, could believe what he was about to tell the millions of viewers who were getting ready for a day´s work. Many of us, cup of coffee in hand, the towel drying our hair, or kissing our children good morning, witnessed, without fathoming for sure, through the immediacy of live television the strange but certain crash of a passenger jet plane into a silvery scrycraper in New York City.

I called my wife, still trying to figure out what was happening, and pointed at the screen. Was it an accident?, she narrowed her eyes in awe. I didn´t know, the pilot must have gotten lost, but none of us really swallowed the explanation.

I left for work thinking about Sharon, the American lady who worked with me. Was she from New York? No, she was from Miami, or so I thought. In the office, her desk was empty and I was sure she had stayed home, unable to move or talk about the tragedy. But she got in as if nothing had happened. Have you seen the news?, I stood up. She smiled, what news? Then I broke it down to her in as careful a way I could possibly find. The rest of the morning we spent watching the news, zapping from CNN to BBC to Chanel N and backwards.

This Sunday, it will be 10 years of the insanity that hit America hard. Some of us Peruvians thought, ha! Tell us about crazy terrorists! And deep inside us we knew how it felt in the heart.

This is a great chance to teach your students some history, and practice English of course. Voice of America has a special feature with MP3 downloadable audio and language activities for free. Visit:THIS LINK

1 comentario:

Lourdes Santana dijo...

I can touch those times with sadness. I was dazzed and stunned by the news, I was so concerned about many friends in New York, of course, that time I did not know where Wall Trade Center was located. I thought "It must be close to the house of my friend over there OMG". Finally, listening to the news, listening to mom praying for those who were in that moment in both buildings, made me to feel part of them, I could not say a word, because the shock and anxiety of madness, sadness, injustice, justice all in one word OCNFUSED.

I cried, and cried and asked to myself Why do I feel like this? It was a day the world will remember forever.

Now, 10 years and I am part of them. New York is a beautiful place with cultural freedom. I am part of this freedom.

I will reask myself again WHY did it happen?

God bless America, and every single person around the world.