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.
And all around carved on black granite the names of the casualties with the occasional rose or cross to show that some relatived passed by.
And then we visited the museum about which so much controversy errupted.
We left with so much sorrow in our hearts and the hope that terrorism, no matter where it comes from,will cease to exist.
And all around carved on black granite the names of the casualties with the occasional rose or cross to show that some relatived passed by.
And then we visited the museum about which so much controversy errupted.
We left with so much sorrow in our hearts and the hope that terrorism, no matter where it comes from,will cease to exist.