Five years ago, I was living in Casablanca, Morocco. A British friend of mine called and started babbling about how the twin towers were hit and there were planes blowing up and it was like a movie but it was real. I had no idea what she was talking about, and since she was always a bit high-strung, I didn’t pay her too much mind. In addition, I lived down the street from a pair of 30-story office buildings call the “Twin Center,” so when I glanced out the window and saw that they were fine, I was even more confused. So I logged on to the internet and, well, you know the rest.
Where were you and how did you find out?
