↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

Lovely rural Italy with small and quiet villages. In one of those villages I stopped briefly to buy a couple of Mars bars from a cafe.In the cafe sit the usual elderly men with their espressos, all watching the television, mounted in the top corner of the room. It shows clouds of smoke - an oil tanker caught fire I think to myself. Nobody says much. I thank the man behind the bar for the Mars bars and walk out thinking I should check the news some time to keep up with such events.

Three days later we reach the Adriatic coast and will take a ferry across to Croatia. I call my mother and tell her about the lovely time we have across Europe. Croatia will be the first country I had never been to before. My mum tells me to be careful ‘with what happened’. “Why? What happened?” - This was 14 September 2001. The smoke was the World Trade Center and we spent three days in ignorance that the world had changed for good.

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓

↓