Ms. Criollo, now 43 and president of Hopkins Vineyard, recalled sensing that her parents were preparing for a big change.
But mainly, I recall a sense of rising excitement.
I recall the sense of eeriness I felt several years ago when learning computer science, the eeriness of discovering the lifeless corridors of binary digits and microprocessors beneath the monitor's meaningful display.
I recall the sense of dismay I felt that morning when watching the first plane hit and how that morphed, when the second plane came less than twenty minutes later, into a gut-wrenching realization that this was no accident.
I remember the fear and confusion that surrounded the Broadwater Farm riots, but above all I recall the sense of a community that felt forgotten and abandoned when the television cameras moved out.
I recall the sense of dismay I felt upon learning that e-books didn't have pages per se, but "locations". There was no such thing anymore as the description near the top of the page, since the location of text varied depending on the size of the text.
As a senior adviser to the Secretary General of the U.N. Earth Summit, I recall the sense of optimism coming out of the conference.
When I think back to that time, I recall an almost constant sense of grief.
Sarkozy, who was asked about Marine Le Pen's reaction to the shootings, said: "Amalgams [between religion and terrorism] do not make sense, I recall that two of our soldiers were... how to say this... Muslims, at least in appearance, since one was Catholic.
I recall feeling a deep sense of elation.
When I think back on that period of my life, what I recall most viscerally is an unnamable sense of dread.
