The moment we stepped out on the square that now holds two huge fountains on the place where the two towers were standing I was breathtaken with sorrow. Speechless, crying, bringing back the moment I returned from school that afternoon of September, 11th, 2001 and watched on TV live the second plane crashing on the tower and then the towers collapsing. I can never forget.
Seeing those huge fountains each as big as the footprint of each tower, deep and black and with the constant running water, I was overtaken by tears. Tears like the endless tears in people's lives.