It was a strange day.

We had a class photo that day, so I had shaven bald on the 10th of September. I was 16 and in lukio, somewhat equal to American High School. I lived in a substitute family. On the 11th of September, I went to school wearing a kimono (!) made by my real mother (!), they took the photographs and I went home. I had an extra dish-washing round in my home, I believe it was a punishment from something I don't remember if I did. And then, when I was washing dishes, my 'little brother' came and said that the tallest buildings in the world had been destroyed! I was hooked by the news and followed the situation carefully.

I don't even know if I had joined TPM without the WTC tradegy! You see I used to exchange E-mails with an English girl but after the terrorist attacks, I wrote a strange letter and got no reply. I wanted to find something else to do, so I joined TPM.