Two months ago,
- we were just getting on a plane in Munich to fly back to England
- There had been no London bombings
- Life in New Orleans was a normal, relaxed summertime
I remember waking up in Wellington on the morning of September 12, 2001 to the news that the World Trade Center had been destroyed. When we went to bed on September 11, the world seemed quite normal, but everything changed while we slept. These are the sorts of things that nobody forgets. August 6, 1945. November 22, 1963. August 31, 1997. September 11, 2001. July 7, 2005. So few dates. So much meaning.