is a day only very few people will be able to remember. I hardly could until I forced myself to. It was on that day, only three days after I first came to the United States, that I went up to the „Top of the World“ as the visitor platform of the World Trade Centre was called. So far, I spent 36 hours in New York City and I did not see much of it yet (I will be there again this Friday). But I have seen the Twin Towers before they tumbled on that other, tragic day in September last year. This is a picture I took on September 6, 1998.
On September 11, 2001, I was luckily not anywhere close to the towers. But too many were. A lot has been said and written about how the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon have been the triggers for the creation of the unipolar new world order (quite literally) which we are witnessing. And a lot more needs to be said and written and done.
But today is not for words or deeds. Today is a day of silent remembrance of the terror inflicted on thousands of innocent people, mostly Americans. I am grateful I did not lose anyone I know personally. But too many people I know did lose someone. I can hardly imagine their pain. And whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.