Hello
I was in college, at the end of the lunch break we had a class with an american professor, an old New York lawyer, he arrived completely haggard. He told us that he could not teach and he put on the television. On the screen, I remember the images of those planes hitting the twin towers,the poor people who jumped from the upper floors in a vain attempt to escape the flames.
The silence in the room at that moment was complete, not a chitchat, we could not believe the news images that looked very much like a catastrophe movie of which Hollywood has the secret. The shock rendered us mute. And then the towers collapsed, televisions relayed that two planes had crashed out of New York City ...
Everything was so unreal, these scenes changed the world, these incredible attacks were so worrying for our way of life, the scares stayed alive after that.
What sadness, and what anxiety too, uncontrollable, irrational. The year before I was in the United States, I had acquaintances in New York... were some of them in Manhattan that day?... None of these people were there, but the horror of the number of victims was unbearable.
