I'm 15 years old, there at eleven years, September 11, 2001, I lost relatives.
Now I understand the pain of grief. Today, I have hatred towards my own system. Every day, I cry like a baby. All her tears are useless, I would never be what really happened. Nobody will ever be. The elitism should rejoice, they alone know the secrets of the state. Thank you for killing my life and ruining my life.
Today, I would like the masks fall, for democracy, for all unfinished mourning ... On behalf of all the dead, on behalf of all the sad people, we must act, we must go out the archives, go public. The same for all old files, especially when it comes to death.
I implore you, government, for democracy, everyone should know. Whether for the killings, for the September 11... We are free.
For me, for us..



