Hollaaa
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I was 22 and had just moved back to the UK from university in NYC. I changed subway train at the WTC every morning at 8.45am when I lived there. We went to swing nights in Windows on the World on the last Friday of the month. The WTC was the main view from our dining room window. I still find it hard on the anniversary, it fact it's got more upsetting year on year, and the first few times I was back in NY it was like a hole had been ripped in the skyline as well as the ground. I kept getting lost in lower Manhattan, in streets I'd walked down all the time, because I'd always used the towers to navigate and they were gone. Overhearing tourists gleefully talk about visiting Ground Zero in the same breath as the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty when active recovery of remains was still taking place made me break down on the subway.
I spent most of the day itself on the phone to friends from uni who were back in the UK, it was impossible to get hold of anyone in the city. I only knew one of my friends who worked in the building was alive because he was interviewed in the British press the next day, he'd overslept and would have got to his office at 9.15 but it was all cordoned off. It was 4 days before everyone I knew was accounted for. My closest friend lived about 15 blocks away and is convinced he'll die prematurely because of the dust he inhaled that day, that week, that month. I don't really like thinking about it, but I know it's important to remember everyone who was lost, or lost someone, or even lost a part of themselves that day.
I spent most of the day itself on the phone to friends from uni who were back in the UK, it was impossible to get hold of anyone in the city. I only knew one of my friends who worked in the building was alive because he was interviewed in the British press the next day, he'd overslept and would have got to his office at 9.15 but it was all cordoned off. It was 4 days before everyone I knew was accounted for. My closest friend lived about 15 blocks away and is convinced he'll die prematurely because of the dust he inhaled that day, that week, that month. I don't really like thinking about it, but I know it's important to remember everyone who was lost, or lost someone, or even lost a part of themselves that day.