story3592.xml

story3592.xml

They were my favorite structures to photograph. that very day, after school i had planned to go to the towers and finish all the photowork i had started...that never happened. the last photo i took of them was on august 18th, 2001. i had an urge to go back to them that day but since it was a hot saturday afternoon, the tourists and lines kept me away. Till this day I regret not going. I woke up on 09.11.01 to "get down here and see this!" that minute i thought I was watching a movie...then the 2nd plane hit. My heart broke. As an artist and a photographer, a part of me wanted to be there, to photograph it, and to feel what others felt. The closest i got was a TV set. My dad was supposed to be there that day...Thank God the meeting was cancelled. When i went to what is now "Ground Zero" all i smelt was death,I was on sacred ground. Fires were still burning and the ash was still under my feet. I will never forget that. I made it a point to be there (ground zero) on 09.11.02 (today). I was greeted with a disturbing silence, bagpipes playing in some distant landd...ghosts without graves. I stood thinking, broken hearted. As the sun rose, the clouds above seemed like fire. I will miss them greatly. They are still there in my memories. God was also there that day...He was with so many in the stairwell of their final moments.

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2002-09-11