It is difficult to believe that it was a full eighteen years ago I first heard of the attack – initially reported as a bombing – on the World Trade Centre buildings, on my car radio, an old, donated Pontiac 6000, its navy-blue paint mottled and rusted, but still running fine, outside the former convent, where we just starting out on the adventure that would become Seat of Wisdom College.
We had a few American students amongst the fifteen who had signed up for that year – our program was a one-year foundation in the liberal arts – one of whose
