On September 11th, at the very moment in which a plane crashed into one of the Twin Towers, an ant in a public park was carrying a leaf to its anthill, a moth was emerging from its cocoon, a cat was giving birth in a remote corner of the world, a wasp was cooling the eggs of its colony, a child was dying of hunger in Somalia, at that very moment…

A new world order didn’t start then: the ant carried the leaf to its anthill, the moth emerged from its cocoon, the cat had a litter of three, the wasps’ eggs were cooler than before, and the child, like many others, was dead.

(Taken of my book Perros en el cielo)

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