℘℘℘ Dublin, September 11: Heading home from work, shocked by what I’d seen in the previous few hours, I wondered if people on the train felt the same as I did. Were they horrified? Were they feeling sick? Were they in shock? A group of schoolboys, loud with nervous excitement, talked about what they’d seen. But, for the most part, there was little conversation. That night and over the following few days, the words of Mary McAleese, Bertie Ahern, Mary Harney, the thousands of Irish people who stood in line for hours to sign books of condolences, and the near complete closure of Ireland and overflowing churches on September 15 for the National Day of Mourning convinced me that, yes, Irish people were feeling as I did.