when the Towers went down, i was in Bosnia. actually, i was traveling from Bosnia back to Serbia - the bus driver was switching radio stations and i caught a snippet of a woman saying something about an attack on the United States and she sounded pretty serious, but i didn't know anything more until i got out and needed to grab a cab. all the cab drivers were huddled around one car, listening to the radio, and when i finally got someone to talk to me, it was, "haven't you heard, New York is on fire" Serbia had only recently undergone 78 days of bombing by American-led NATO forces, so needless to say, the sentiment over there was difficult for me to match as i watched the towers fall over and over and over, just like every other last person in the world that day.
i didn't go back to the States for about another year after that, and it was another two years after that when i finally forced myself to go down to Ground Zero. i'd be blocks away, and i couldn't even turn in the direction, but it's only for so long that you can stare south down 5th trying not to throw up over the fact that those towers were just NOT THERE anymore. i don't know what happened that day. today, i watched them read all of the names, i literally couldn't turn the tv off. i felt better when a lot of the survivors said that they still didn't have the answers they needed. there are no words available in this universe to express what i want to say to all of those people hurting the way they hurt, how can you possibly even begin to touch that pain?? i just hope that some day, somewhere, somehow, they get the answers they need. even if we don't like what's at the other end of a question, isn't that what we all deserve in the end?
where is the love people? doesn't a little go a long way? what could possibly happen if we had too much?
God, I love New York, and yes, while it perplexes the heavens out of me consistently and endlessly, God Bless the USA.
i didn't go back to the States for about another year after that, and it was another two years after that when i finally forced myself to go down to Ground Zero. i'd be blocks away, and i couldn't even turn in the direction, but it's only for so long that you can stare south down 5th trying not to throw up over the fact that those towers were just NOT THERE anymore. i don't know what happened that day. today, i watched them read all of the names, i literally couldn't turn the tv off. i felt better when a lot of the survivors said that they still didn't have the answers they needed. there are no words available in this universe to express what i want to say to all of those people hurting the way they hurt, how can you possibly even begin to touch that pain?? i just hope that some day, somewhere, somehow, they get the answers they need. even if we don't like what's at the other end of a question, isn't that what we all deserve in the end?
where is the love people? doesn't a little go a long way? what could possibly happen if we had too much?
God, I love New York, and yes, while it perplexes the heavens out of me consistently and endlessly, God Bless the USA.
