The photo was published in the majority of Brazilian newspapers in a full-page spread when CNN and all the television channels of the world broadcast the scene, they froze it for a few seconds. Or minutes, hours, I don't know. For me time has infinite duration--I don't know how to measure it by normal parameters. Trying doesn't even interest me. From the World Trade Center buildings, minutes, prior to their collapse--which would appear as a perfect and planned implosion--only a grayish-blue and black vertical lines can be seen. Like a modernist painting--by whom? Which artist painted lines? Mondrian? No, not Mondrian, he painted squares, rectangles. Anyway, in the picture, the man is falling head first. his body straight, one of his legs bent. Did he jump? Slip? Did he faint and then fall? He probably lost consciousness because of the height, the smoke. He fell. He disappeared from the scene, from life, from the city. A million tons of rubble buried him soon after. Nobody knows his name. Impossible for his family to have him identified. He's an unknown who entered into history at the twenty-first century's first great moment of horror--the history of the world, the United States, communications, photography. Without anyone knowing who he is. And nobody will ever know. We'll only have suppositions, families who'll swear that he was theirs. But was he Brazilian, American, Latino, Chinese, Italian, Irish--what? He could have been anything, but now he's nothing. One among thousands gone forever. And, while we're on the subject, what about the firemen who supposedly became such heroes that day--can you name a single one?
Ignácio de Loyola BrandãoI ran up the street. All the way to Largo da Camara. Got there very tired. Mad, rather than tired. Uninvited old man. Little shits. They'll see who's the uninvited old man, motherfuckers.
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There are some people you just dislike, without even knowing why. You take one look at them and you just don’t like them. It’s not that they ever did anything to you, it’s just spontaneous antipathy, pure and simple.
Ignácio de Loyola BrandãoI hadn’t wanted to get involved or to accept any personal responsibility….[so] that I would be ready to drop everything at any moment and flee. Ever since I was a [child] I’ve needed that feeling, that theoretical escape route. It never appealed to me to stay in the same place, making incessant renovations. What I wanted was to be disengaged, to escape from everything and live far away where no one could find me.
Ignácio de Loyola BrandãoI don't actually know what 'transgenic' means. I just know that I have to express doubt or repulsion whenever I say it. It impresses people.
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