Boston (Usa/Massachusetts), early October, 2001. The last time I came to America was only five months ago, but September 11 makes it seem like years. Yesterday, before landing at Logan airport, we flew over Nantucket and Cape Cod. It was a sunny and windy day.
Today it's drizzling. I'm running along the Charles river. I start off not far from the Eliot Bridge. I reach the bridge and run across to the Cambridge side. Then I follow the river as it meanders around Harvard. The clouds up there are stormy and very dark, but there's a pathway of light from downtown Boston to Cambridge. It's a beautiful dawn.
September 11 was less than four weeks ago. It's on my mind, it's in everybody's soul. I try to loosen up, but that horrible footage keeps playing itself over and over again. I exchange somber yet friendly greetings with every runner I meet. Different lifepaths lead us here. But our love for this wounded country, for our imperiled freedom and for our common Western heritage is the same. I feel American. I'll be an American until justice is done.
Giorgio Pogliano’s morning coffee doesn’t come in a cup, but he can still find it everywhere. Running each morning is his daily “coffee” – it gives him the surge of energy, something good to reflect upon during the day, and a reason to look forward to tomorrow. Just like the different types of coffee found around the world, Giorgio finds different surroundings as he runs.