On certain days...

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I am reading a very gripping book written by a friend of mine: it is a thriller about a mysterious manuscript. In this interesting book there is a sentence which has impressed me and that helps me to reflect: “an ordinary 11 th of September became the 11 th of September 2001. Certain days become dates and are used to name streets” (Vittorio Cecchetto, The first witness Biblos 2020). Certain days become dates! I have never reflected on this dimension of time. But it is true! There are some unforgettable dates for us such as the date of marriage, of the birth of children, of the birthday of relatives and friends... But how many days pass and slide into oblivion... I do not even remember what happened last week...

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