As i thought of this day 10 years ago, i looked through my writings and found this:
“New York City, September 13th, 2001
I can’t quite describe the situation in the city. It’s been more than 48 hours since a group of terrorists attacked our human rights and destroyed our sense of safety and freedom. The streets are populated but people are different. There’s a sense of constant fear and there are questions in everyone’s eyes. The first questions, is the obvious questions: Why? Unfortunately there is no logical answer to this question that will be satisfy an explanation to what just happened. Nevertheless, the questions keeps coming back and repeating itself in our minds. The amount of missing people is ridiculous. The amount of lives that reached an end is absolutely insane. The levels of stress and tension is unbearable. The uncertainty of what will happen is driving us all crazy. We all wonder if anything will be done? If the answer is yes, then we ask ourselves what will be done? When? How? Can we leave this as they are? I suppose not. I’m not sure of how I feel about a viloent retaliation. I am filled with fear and anxiety just thinking about being drapped in this city in the middle of a war; away from my family, away from my dreams.
I am watching the news and the images of the Financial District are those of a Battle camp. It’s tertible. I feel desperate; I feel impotent. They’ve found more body parts than whole people under all the debris. This city will never be the same. For the first time ever, NYC is sleeping!”
I will always remember the morning of september 11th, 2001.