Second night on Langkawi. Roberta. A fun, wild Italian.
We chatted with the Iranians and Roberta got chills at one point. Moji didn't know that the airplanes that had targeted the Twin Towers were full of people. Somehow he didn't know (or it had never been reported in his news) that the planes were full of passengers and that that's how word got out that the flights had been high-jacked. Throughout the night, we had moments of shock, pure disbelief. This world. It's so small and yet still so big. We're separated by so much more than we realize. Borders the physical walls but too often so much more than that.
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