The movie: World Trade Center

I just don't know, I really don't know. Whether I liked the movie, that is. Had it been completely fiction, then I would have scratched it right away. Directly translated from Danish I would have called it emotional porn. On the other hand, this was not fiction, it was about a terrible event that has happend in my life time.

In any case, it was a very special feeling leaving the show room along with 200 other people, with no one saying a single word.

I learned a new word the other day (which I of course have forgotten again), then meaning of the word was something like bitter sweet, it was explained to me as the feeling you have when you think of a happy moment with a loved one who is now dead. I guess that rather well describes the feeling I had when I left the cinema.