@optimist 11 September 2021 more from that month

Twenty years ago I was drinking tea in the morning, and I had no idea that the next twenty years would be so full that many details of that life, which at that moment seemed to me also very stormy and rich in all kinds of events, would be erased from my memory. In my head, most likely, the ideas of arranging new grand rock festivals, which not so long ago thundered on the stages of the city of Zarinsk, where I lived at that time, roused in my mind. However, the last concert ended with two broken chairs on the stage, the money for which had been paid from the audience box office. My tea party was interrupted by the doorbell, and two of the Zaryn punks, Kotya and Skull, with whom I occasionally played in a local punk band, came in. They were really excited, screaming in two voices from the doorstep: "How do you not know what's going on in the world yet? Hurry up and turn on the TV! The television was broadcasting live from the U.S., interrupted from time to time by the same footage of two skyscrapers collapsing after passenger planes crashed into them. And the report that Arab terrorists had hijacked the planes and were targeting American cities. I remember a kind of jubilation in all of us, because finally there were those who showed Americans what it was like to have your homes bombed and you couldn't resist it at all. The memory was still alive of the bombing of Serbia by the U.S. Air Force, which considered itself the master of the world and had wiped out most of the Native Americans, driving the rest to reservations and transporting slaves from Africa to its country for comfort. The same tough guys who dropped a couple of atomic bombs on little Japan and scorched freedom-loving Vietnam with napalm were rebuffed by some unknown Arab terrorists, reminding them that retribution inevitably comes to those who go overboard with the world. We were not saddened by this crazy news. As, probably, there was no sadness among the inhabitants of the USSR, when in 1945 Germany was on fire and bombs flew on its cities. The report from the USA was the longest uninterrupted program in the history of television (it ran for 93 hours). And the whole world watched it. We learned much later that this grandiose spectacle was staged to convince the whole world of the threat of terrorism and to sow fear among the people. This was the reason for the invasion of Iraq and the assassination of Saddam Hussein. The meticulous conspiracy theorists found a lot of facts and inconsistencies with the official version and announced that the houses had been blown up by pre-set charges. And there were no people in the houses who had been told not to go there that day. It was a hoax on a global scale, but woven so skillfully that the whole world believed it. Twenty years later, another operation would be launched, and in the same way, with the attention of all countries. Perhaps our jubilation was inappropriate, but that's how it was in 2001. We were young punks, acutely aware of what was happening in the world. Back then, the monster was just beginning to take over the world, feeling that it no longer had a protector in the form of the union of socialist bloc countries, which had crumbled like a house of cards after the collapse of the USSR. Now this monster is devouring country after country, destroying everyone who somehow tries to resist it. P.S. It is likely that the morning when my friends came to see me was September 12, but in my memory I have a vivid picture of endless television coverage, with the same images of planes ramming into houses. What do you think of the events of 9/11? Do you remember that day? *In the photo - On the Illuminati charts, this event appeared in the 1980s of the 20th century