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It seems like yesterday.
It seems like it happened yesterday, but in a couple of days, it will be 4 years!
Life goes by to quickly.
When something so catastrophic happens, our lives change forever. It's an open wound that won't heal and each one of us has to learn to live with that.
Every time I go downtown in San Francisco and walk through the tall buildings of the business district, I can't help looking up. It seems to me that I have to be ready, to be aware of what to do if something bad happens. I live close to the Golden Gate Bridge and when I hear an airplane I have to look outside to make sure everything is O.K.
I love movies and often I watch those that were made in the last 20 years, because they're part of the history of cinematography. And 'They' are there. Dozens of times the two towers are there in their majestic and magical perfection in a sunset or at dawn, shining in golden reflection. It breaks my heart every time. Thousands of people who were just sitting at their desks are not with us any longer.
Human nature tends to force us to forget, to not suffer anymore, but this is stamped in my eyes, in my mind, in my heart and in my soul very deeply and it seems I can't forget, even though I'm getting older.
I came here 7 years ago and America gave me opportunities that would be unthinkable for a foreigner in the same situation in Europe, even better than if I were American.
When I walk down the street with my American wife and we speak in Italian, very often people ask us, "What language are you speaking? It's so beautiful!" I never realized Italian was so musical and pleasant to hear.
America accepted me, without any preconceptions and I've never felt so at home as I do in this moment in my life. When I drive around the city, it's seem like I was born here by the way that everything feels so familiar.
With the same attitude, America welcomed the people who came here only to hurt us so deeply. People who are not informed, are always afraid of what they don't know. The dark, deep water, foreigners, other cultures, other foods, other.............................everything!
The only way to fix this is to permit people to better know each other.
I believe that there's nothing better than Art and Sports to bring different cultures together, so coming to soccer, I think we need to do whatever we can to emphasize the universality of sports, inviting youth teams from other nations (particularly from those nations!) to show them the way we are for real, without the filter of propaganda. Their propaganda and OUR propaganda.
Permit the new generation to grow with a more clear concept of what is the common future of our planet. That beautiful blue and white marble, spinning in the black universe!
I remember when I first arrived in the U.S.A. and filled out my immigration form in the airplane, my first impulse was to answer the questions in this way: Race? Human. Country? Earth.
We're all the human race and our country is Earth.
Is it so hard to understand? For many of us it seems so.
I'd like to believe it will be better for the future generations and I try every moment to think and act that way.
I hope that this Sunday, September 11, we will move a little in the right direction. No matter how long the journey is, it will begin with the first step. So.............step in the right direction.
I'd like to finish with these words from a song by James Taylor.
Shed a Little Light
Let us turn our thoughts today
To Martin Luther King
And recognize that there are ties between us
All men and women
Living on the Earth
Ties of hope and love
Sister and brotherhood
That we are bound together
In our desire to see the world become
A place in which our children
Can grow free and strong
We are bound together
By the task that stands before us
And the road that lies ahead
We are bound and we are bound
Thanks for reading. Your grateful countryman,
Posted on 14 Sep 2005 by coachgianni