Remembering September 11, 2001: ‘We are tearing ourselves apart in ways that Osama Bin Laden could only have dreamed of’
On Monday, September 10, 2001, I flew from Dublin to New York. I’d been in Ireland for my friend Fiona’s wedding. It was quite a swish do at a castle in Wicklow. Fiona and I had been classmates in secondary school and then at university, so myself and the rest of the ‘Loreto Girls’ – Deborah, Kyla, Nicola, Keelin (and her husband Conor) – were all shacked up in the same guesthouse.