For us is different.
It’s the 11th of September and everybody’s asking about where they were on that day, in 2001.
I remember very clearly – I was standing in the outlet of Comba, one of Turin’s best confectioner. I was there to buy a birthday cake for my brother.
They had a TV on, and we saw everything while it happened.
But that’s it – I was in line to buy a cake.
Because to us, September the 11th is still my brother’s birthday.
Now that you have a brother, my mother told me, you’ll never be alone anymore.
She was right.
Happy birthday, brother!