My mother was very sick with Alzheimer disease the summer of 2001. Her short term memory was mostly gone; she was restless, frightened, paranoid, and she never slept. The only thing she wanted, the only thing she could ask for, was to go back to Serbia. She begged me to take her back and spent hours standing by the front door with her bag in her hand. I promised that we would go.
It took a while to get our papers in order and our passports ready, and then 9/11 happened. The collective breath of the world came to Read more