I N T H E N I G H T K I T C H E N 11.14.2001
Merde MERDE! A search for the word "merde" on Google turns up about 116,000 references. Included in the first ten is this kind of interesting site: www.frenchforshit.com. 11.12.2001
Good news! Apparently, this was just a regular plane. A regular crash. A regular occurrence of a plane falling from the sky. A regular blue sky. A regular day.
Planes Crashing into Buildings I'm probably not the only one who awoke to reports of the planes crashing into the Twin Towers. Actually, the alarm clock didn't even really wake me up. T's clock was going off first, tuned faintly to NPR. It could have been going off for a few seconds or a few minutes. I was drowsily ignoring it. It was not loud enough so to jerk you from sleep but not too quiet that you could completely ignore it. Suddenly, T. sat up in bed. Oh my God! Planes crashed into the World Trade Center! The twin towers are on fire! The twin towers are gone! It's impossible to remember now the sequence of events and what we caught live and what was already over with by the time we heard. I just remember my confusion. I wasn't awake yet. My brain couldn't comprehend it. Planes? Falling out of the sky? Buildings? Falling to the ground? Why? This cannot be. Alien invaders? Gravity reversal? Somehow the supernatural seemed more plausible at the time than the story I eventually heard. Every morning the news comes on. It's a hard way to wake up in this world. Today anthrax. Today someone new has died. Today a conspiracy. Today the bombing begins. Today a helicopter crashes. Today a reservist dies. Today another plane crashes. Today. Today. 
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