I was going out with my parents, and my father turned on the radio.
"A plane has just crashed into the World Trade Center," the broadcaster began to announce.
"Turn it off," I told my dad. "Turn it off right now."
It hit me that 9/11 was an event that made me feel uncomfortable. I wanted to repress any feelings associated with it, but I couldn't. It was something that we attempt to forget about, but know we shouldn't. I realized that this was the type of event Grass and Marquez criticizes humanity for repressing. It's the events that impact us in a way that's almost unreal, and even though we may not have taken part directly in them, we still have a duty to remember them.