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Ｉｎ               1999,               Ｉ               ｌｉｖｅｄ               ｉｎ               Ｖｅｎｅｚｕｅｌａ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｃｏｕｐｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｍｏｎｔｈｓ               ｔｏ               ｓｔｕｄｙ               Ｓｐａｎｉｓｈ.

Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｔａｋｉｎｇ               ｃｌａｓｓｅｓ               ａｔ               ｃｏｌｌｅｇｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｇｒｅａｔ               ｏｐｐｏｒｔｕｎｉｔｙ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｓｏｍｅｗｈｅｒｅ               ｎｅｗ.

Ｉ               ｃａｍｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               Ｓａｎ               Ｄｉｅｇｏ               ｔｏ               ｆｉｎｉｓｈ               ｍｙ               ｄｅｇｒｅｅ.

Ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｒｅｓｅａｒｃｈｉｎｇ               ｗｈａｔ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｇｒａｄｕａｔｉｏｎ,               Ｉ               ｃａｍｅ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ａ               ｐｒｏｇｒａｍ               ｔｅａｃｈｉｎｇ               Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ               ｉｎ               Ｉｓｒａｅｌ               ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ｍｙ               ｍａｓｔｅｒｓ               ｄｅｇｒｅｅ.

Ａｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｉｍｅ,               ｉｔ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｐｅａｃｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｍｉｄｄｌｅ               Ｅａｓｔ               .

Ｉｔ               ｓｅｅｍｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｇｏｏｄ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ.

Ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｉｍｅ               Ｊｕｎｅ               2001               ｒｏｌｌｅｄ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ,               ｃｉｒｃｕｍｓｔａｎｃｅｓ               ｍａｄｅ               ｍｙ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｓｅｃｏｎｄ               ｙｅａｒ               ｉｎ               Ｉｓｒａｅｌ               ｕｎｗｏｒｋａｂｌｅ.

Ｉ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ａ               ｍｏｎｔｈ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｕｍｍｅｒ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓｉｔｙ               ｏｆ               Ｌｉｖｅｒｐｏｏｌ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｗｏｒｋｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｍｙ               ｍａｓｔｅｒｓ               ｄｅｇｒｅｅ.

Ｔｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｈｅａｄｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               Ｕ.Ｓ.

Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｕｎｃｅｒｔａｉｎ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｇｏ,               ｂｕｔ               ｗａｓ               ｆａｉｒｌｙ               ｃｅｒｔａｉｎ               ｉｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｂｅ               Ｉｓｒａｅｌ               .

Ｉ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ               ｔｅａｃｈｉｎｇ               ｏｐｐｏｒｔｕｎｉｔｙ,               ａｎｄ               ｅｎｄｅｄ               ｕｐ               ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ               ａ               ｊｏｂ               ａｔ               Ｓｋｏｌａ               Ｌａｎｇ               -               ａｎ               Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ               Ｌａｎｇｕａｇｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｎａｍｅｄ               Ｋｅｄｚｉｅｒｚｙｎ-Ｋｏｚｌｅ               ｉｎ               ｓｏｕｔｈ-ｗｅｓｔｅｒｎ               Ｐｏｌａｎｄ               .
               Ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｙ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               Ｅｕｒｏｐｅ               .

Ｉ               ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ               ｉｎ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｙｏｒｋ               ｔｏ               ｖｉｓｉｔ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ.

Ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｂｅ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               Ｉｓｒａｅｌ               ,               Ｉ               ａｌｓｏ               ｗａｎｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｎｋ               ａｃｃｏｕｎｔ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｔｈｅｒｅ.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｂｒａｎｃｈ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｎａｎｃｉａｌ               ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ               ｉｎ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｙｏｒｋ               .

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               4,               2001.

Ｍｙ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ｃｏｎｓｉｓｔｅｄ               ｏｆ               ｂａｇｅｌｓ,               ｐｕｂｌｉｃ               ｔｒａｎｓｉｔ,               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｌｏｔ               ｏｆ               ｐａｐｅｒ               ｗｏｒｋ.

Ｈａｖｉｎｇ               ｆｉｎｉｓｈｅｄ               ｄｏｉｎｇ               ｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓ,               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｐｌａｙ.

Ｉ               ｈｅａｄｅｄ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｔｒａｄｅ               Ｔｏｗｅｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｕｐ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｂｓｅｒｖａｔｉｏｎ               ｄｅｃｋｓ.
               Ｔｈｅ               Ｔｏｗｅｒｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ａｂｏｕｔ.

Ｉ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａｃｔｕａｌｌｙ               ａ               ｃｏｍｐｌｅｘ               ｏｆ               ｓｅｖｅｎ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｍｐｌｅｘ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎｄｅｓｉｇｎｅｄ               ｂｙ               Ｍｉｎｏｒｕ               Ｙａｍａｓａｋｉ.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａｌｓｏ               ａ               ｍａｓｓｉｖｅ               ｓｈｏｐｐｉｎｇ               ｃｏｎｃｏｕｒｓｅ               ｕｎｄｅｒｇｒｏｕｎｄ.

Ｍｏｓｔ               ｉｍｐｒｅｓｓｉｖｅ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｒｏｕｎｄ               ｌｅｖｅｌ               ｗａｓ               ａｎ               ｉｎｎｅｒ               ｃｏｕｒｔｙａｒｄ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｗａｓ               ｍｏｄｅｌｅｄ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｑｕａｒｅ               ｏｆ               Ｓａｉｎｔ               Ｍａｒｋｓ               ｉｎ               Ｖｅｎｉｃｅ.

Ｉ               ｌｏｖｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｍｐｌｅｘ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ａｔ               ｏｎｃｅ               ｓｅｒｅｎｅ               ａｎｄ               ｅｎｅｒｇｅｔｉｃ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｏｐｅｎ               ｓｐａｃｅｓ               ｆｌａｎｋｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｓｐｉｒｅｓ               ｗｒａｐｐｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｓｔｅｅｌ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｎａｒｒｏｗ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗｓ.

Ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ               ｓｐａｃｅ.
               Ｍｙ               ｇｏａｌ,               ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ,               ｗａｓ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｕｐ.

Ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｐ               ｏｆ               Ｔｏｗｅｒ               Ｏｎｅ               ｗａｓ               ａｎ               ｅｌｅｇａｎｔ               ｒｅｓｔａｕｒａｎｔ               ｃａｌｌｅｄ               Ｗｉｎｄｏｗｓ.

Ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｐ               ｏｆ               Ｔｏｗｅｒ               Ｔｗｏ               ｗａｓ               ａｎ               ｏｂｓｅｒｖａｔｉｏｎ               ｄｅｃｋ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｂａｇｅｌ               ｗａｓ               ｔｉｄｉｎｇ               ｍｅ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｎｉｃｅｌｙ,               ｓｏ               Ｉ               ｈｅａｄｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ｏｂｓｅｒｖａｔｉｏｎ               ｄｅｃｋ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｉｍｐｒｅｓｓｉｖｅ.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｍｕｒａｌｓ               ｓｈｏｗｉｎｇ               ａ               ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ               ｏｆ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｙｏｒｋ               .

Ａｓ               ｙｏｕ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ,               ｋｉｏｓｋｓ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｅｒｉｍｅｔｅｒ               ｈｅｌｐｅｄ               ａ               ｔｏｕｒｉｓｔ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｍｙｓｅｌｆ               ｔｏ               ｆｉｇｕｒｅ               ｏｕｔ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｏｎ.

Ｔｈａｔ               ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ               Ｉ               ｖｉｓｉｔｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｌｏｖｅ               ｏｎｅｓ.

Ｉ               ｆｉｎｉｓｈｅｄ               ｐａｃｋｉｎｇ               ｗｈａｔｅｖｅｒ               ｎｅｅｄｅｄ               ｐａｃｋｉｎｇ.

Ｉ               ｃｏｎｆｉｒｍｅｄ               ｍｙ               ｓｈｕｔｔｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ａｉｒｐｏｒｔ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｌｉｇｈｔｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｄａｙ.
               Ｉ               ｌａｎｄｅｄ               ｉｎ               Ｗａｒｓａｗ               ｏｎ               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               6,               2001,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｔｏｏｋ               ａ               ｓｈｏｒｔ               ｆｌｉｇｈｔ               ｔｏ               Ｋｒａｋｏｗ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｍｙ               Ｒｏｍａｎ               ｍｅｔ               ｍｅ.

Ｈｅ               ａｎｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｗｉｆｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｍｙ               ｅｍｐｌｏｙｅｒｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｙｅａｒ.

Ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｍｙ               ｐｒｉｍａｒｙ               ｗａｙ               ｏｆ               ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               Ｐｏｌｉｓｈ               ｗｏｒｌｄ               ｔｒａｎｓｌａｔｅｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ               ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｒａｎ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｄｉｆｆｉｃｕｌｔｙ.

Ｒｏｍａｎ               ｄｒｏｖｅ               ｍｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               Ｋｅｄｚｉｅｒｚｙｎ-Ｋｏｚｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｌｐｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｇｅｔ               ｍｙ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｔｏ               ｍｙ               ｔｈｉｒｄ               ｆｌｏｏｒ               ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ.

Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏ               ｓｐｅｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｙｅａｒ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｏｌｄ               Ｓｏｖｉｅｔ               Ｂｌｏｃｋ               Ｈｏｕｓｉｎｇ.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａｎ               ｏｌｄ               ｔｅｌｅｖｉｓｉｏｎ,               ｂｕｔ               ｉｔ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｒｅｃｅｉｖｅｄ               ｏｖｅｒ-ｔｈｅ-ａｉｒ               ｓｔａｔｉｏｎｓ               ａｎｄ               ｎｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｉｎ               Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ.

Ｉ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｏｎ.

Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｐｈｏｎｅ,               ｂｕｔ               ｄｉｄ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｉｎｔｅｒｎａｔｉｏｎａｌ               ｃａｌｌｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｈａｄ               ｎｏ               ｏｎｅ               ｉｎ               Ｐｏｌａｎｄ               ｔｏ               ｃａｌｌ.

Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｆｏｕｎｄ               ａ               ｐｌａｃｅ               ｔｏ               ｅｍａｉｌ               ｆｏｌｋｓ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ａｒｒｉｖｅｄ               ｓａｆｅｌｙ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ｏｆ               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               7,               2001               ｒｏｌｌｅｄ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ.
               Ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｆｅｗ               ｄａｙｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｐｒｅｐａｒｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｐｅｎｉｎｇ               ｏｆ               ｃｌａｓｓｅｓ.

Ｍｙ               ｂｏｓｓ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ａ               ｐｈｏｔｏ,               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ｍｙ               ｉ.ｄ.,               ｔｏ               ｈｅｌｐ               ｇｅｔ               ａ               ｂａｎｋ               ａｃｃｏｕｎｔ               ｅｓｔａｂｌｉｓｈｅｄ.

Ｗｅ               ｗｏｒｋｅｄ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｅｅｋｅｎｄ.

Ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｓｔａｒｔ               ｏｎ               Ｗｅｄｎｅｓｄａｙ               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               13,               2001.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｌｏｔ               ｔｏ               ａｃｃｏｍｐｌｉｓｈ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｔｈｅｎ.
               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ｏｆ               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               11,               2001               ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｏｕｒ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ'ｓ               ｌｅａｄ               ｔｅａｃｈｅｒ.

Ｈｅ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｏｏｋｓ               ａｎｄ               ｒｅｓｏｕｒｃｅｓ               ｗｅ               ｈａｄ               ａｖａｉｌａｂｌｅ.

Ｈｅ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｕｓ               ｏｕｔ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｔｒａｄｉｔｉｏｎａｌ               Ｐｏｌｉｓｈ               ｍｅａｌ.

Ｉｔ               ｒａｉｎｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄａｙ.

Ｉｎ               ｆａｃｔ,               ｉｔ               ｒａｉｎｅｄ               ｅｖｅｒｙｄａｙ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               30               ｄａｙｓ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎ               Ｐｏｌａｎｄ               .

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｎｏｔ               ａｌｌ               ｄａｙ,               ｂｕｔ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｍｉｎｄ               ｍｅ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｎｏ               ｌｏｎｇｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｅｓｅｒｔ               ｏｆ               Ｉｓｒａｅｌ               ｏｒ               Ｓｏｕｔｈｅｒｎ               Ｃａｌｉｆｏｒｎｉａ               .

Ｗｈｅｎ               ｗｅ               ｂｒｏｋｅ               ｕｐ,               Ｉ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｅｘｐｌｏｒｉｎｇ               ｍｙ               ｎｅｗ               ｔｏｗｎ.

Ｉ               ｆｏｕｎｄ               ａ               ｇｒｅａｔ               ｏｐｅｎ               ａｉｒ               ｍａｒｋｅｔ,               ａ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｂａｄ               Ｍｅｘｉｃａｎ               ｒｅｓｔａｕｒａｎｔ,               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｖｉｅ               ｔｈｅａｔｅｒｓ,               ｔｈｅ               ｐｕｂｌｉｃ               ｓｗｉｍｍｉｎｇ               ｐｏｏｌ               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｎｕｍｂｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｐｌａｃｅｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               ｍｙ               ｒｅｇｕｌａｒ               ｈａｕｎｔｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｙｅａｒ.
               Ｉ               ｂａｒｅｌｙ               ｇｏｔ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｍｙ               ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｆｔｅｒｎｏｏｎ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｈｏｎｅ               ｒａｎｇ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ａｂｏｕｔ               5:30               ｐ.ｍ.

Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｕｎｓｕｒｅ               ｗｈｏ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｃａｌｌｉｎｇ               ｍｅ.

Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｙｅｔ               ｇｉｖｅｎ               ａｎｙｏｎｅ               ｍｙ               ｐｈｏｎｅ               ｎｕｍｂｅｒ.

Ｉ               ｐｉｃｋｅｄ               ｕｐ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｐａｎｉｃｋｅｄ               ｖｏｉｃｅ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｅｎｄ.

"Ｔｈｅ               Ｕｎｉｔｅｄ               Ｓｔａｔｅｓ               ｉｓ               ｕｎｄｅｒ               ａｔｔａｃｋ!

Ｄｏ               ｙｏｕ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｗａｔｃｈ               ＢＢＣ               ｏｎ               ｏｕｒ               ｔ.ｖ.?"               Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               Ｒｏｍａｎ.

Ｍｙ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ               ｗａｓ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｊｏｋｉｎｇ,               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｖｏｉｃｅ               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｎｏｔ.
               Ｒｏｍａｎ               ｗａｓ               ａｔ               ｍｙ               ｄｏｏｒ               ｂｙ               6               ｐ.ｍ.

ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ａｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｂｙ               6:30               ｐ.ｍ.

Ｐｏｌａｎｄ               ｉｓ               6               ｈｏｕｒｓ               ａｈｅａｄ               ｏｆ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｙｏｒｋ               ｔｉｍｅ.

Ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｍｉｎｄ,               Ｉ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｈｉｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｓｅｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｅｃｏｎｄ               ｔｏｗｅｒ               ｆａｌｌ.

Ｉｎ               ｒｅｔｒｏｓｐｅｃｔ,               Ｉ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｏｗｅｒ               ｃｏｌｌａｐｓｅｄ               ａｔ               10:28               ａ.ｍ.

Ｎｅｗ               Ｙｏｒｋ               ｔｉｍｅ.

Ｔｈａｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               4:28               ｐ.ｍ.

ｉｎ               Ｐｏｌａｎｄ               .

Ｉ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ｓｅｅｎ               ｉｔ               ｈａｐｐｅｎ,               ｂｕｔ               ｎｏ               ｄｏｕｂｔ               ｓａｗ               ｉｔ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ｒｅｐｅａｔｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｒｏａｄｃａｓｔ.

Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｓｐｅｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｔｈｒｅｅ               ｈｏｕｒｓ               ｇｌｕｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｌｅｖｉｓｉｏｎ               ｅｘｃｅｐｔ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｅｗ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔｓ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｂｏｒｒｏｗ               Ｒｏｍａｎ'ｓ               ｐｈｏｎｅ               ａｎｄ               ｃｏｎｔａｃｔ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｓｕｒｅ               ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ               ｗａｓ               ｏｋａｙ.
               Ｉ               ｅｖｅｎｔｕａｌｌｙ               ｗａｓ               ａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｂｒｅａｋ               ａｗａｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｅｌｅｖｉｓｉｏｎ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｙｅａｒ               ｉｎ               Ｉｓｒａｅｌ               ｈａｄ               ｓｅｒｖｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｗｅｌｌ               ｉｎ               ｏｎｅ               ｒｅｇａｒｄ.

Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｏｒｇａｎｉｚａｔｉｏｎｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｐｏｒｔ               ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕａｌｌｙ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｔａｌｋ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｐｒｏｖｉｄｉｎｇ               ｎｅｗ               ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ,               ｏｆｔｅｎ               ｐｒｏｖｉｄｉｎｇ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｓｐｅｃｕｌａｔｉｏｎ               ｏｎ               ｗｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ.

Ｉ               ａｌｓｏ               ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｃｏｇｎｉｚｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｏｒｇａｎｉｚａｔｉｏｎｓ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｒｅｐｅａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｓａｍｅ               ｇｒａｐｈｉｃ               ｉｍａｇｅｓ               ｏｖｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｏｖｅｒ               ａｇａｉｎ.

Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ               ａｓ               Ｉ               ｗａｔｃｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｖｅｒａｇｅ               ｏｎ               ＢＢＣ               ａｎｄ               ＣＮＮ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｗｓｃａｓｔｅｒｓ               ｈａｄ               ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ               ｎｅｗ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｐｏｒｔ.

Ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｓｉｍｐｌｙ               ｏｂｌｉｇａｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ.

Ｉ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｂｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ｅｘｈａｕｓｔｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｍｏｔｉｏｎｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ.
               Ｉ               ｗｏｋｅ               ｕｐ               ｏｎ               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               12,               2001ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｕｎｓｕｒｅ               ｏｆ               ｗｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｔｒａｎｓｐｉｒｅｄ.

Ｉ               ｊｕｍｐｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｔｅｒｎｅｔ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               6               ａ.ｍ.

ｉｎ               Ｐｏｌａｎｄ               -               ｍｉｄｎｉｇｈｔ               ｉｎ               ＮＹ.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｌｏｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｓｐｅｃｕｌａｔｉｏｎ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｗｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ,               ｂｕｔ               ｎｏ               ｒｅａｌ               ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｌｏｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ               ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ               ｃｏｍｉｎｇ               ｏｕｔ.

Ｉ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ｌｏｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｔａｌｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｎｏｔ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｏｆ               ｄｅｓｔｒｕｃｔｉｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ｄｅａｔｈ,               ｂｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｅａｒ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｆｅｌｔ.

Ｉ               ｆｅｌｔ               ｎｏ               ｆｅａｒ               ａｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔ.
               Ｉ               ｆｅｌｔ               ｎｏ               ｆｅａｒ               ｆｏｒ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ａｌｒｅａｄｙ               ｃｏｎｆｉｒｍｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｗｅｌｌ.

Ｉ               ａｌｓｏ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｐａｒｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｌｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ｎｏｔ               ａ               ｔｏｕｒｉｓｔ               ｌｏｃａｌｅ.

Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｔｗｏ               ｈｏｕｒ               ｔｒａｉｎ               ｔｒｉｐ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅａｒｅｓｔ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｑｕａｌｉｆｙ               ａｓ               ａ               ｔｏｕｒｉｓｔ               ａｔｔｒａｃｔｉｏｎ.

Ｉｆ               ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ               ｗａｓ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎｓ,               ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｎｏｔ               ｇｏｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｔｏ               Ｋｅｄｚｉｅｒｚｙｎ-Ｋｏｚｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｆｉｎｄ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｍｅ.
               Ｉ               ｆｏｌｌｏｗｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｖｉａ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｔｅｒｎｅｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｍｉｎｇ               ｗｅｅｋｓ.

Ｎｏ               ｖｉｄｅｏ               ｃｌｉｐｓ,               ｊｕｓｔ               ｒｅａｄｉｎｇ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｓｉｔｅｓ.

Ｉ               ｔａｌｋｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｕ.Ｓ.

Ｔｈｅｙ               ｓｅｎｔ               ｍｅ               ｃｏｐｉｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｎｅｗｓｐａｐｅｒｓ,               ｉｓｓｕｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｍａｇａｚｉｎｅｓ               ｄｅｄｉｃａｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               Ｔｗｉｎ               Ｔｏｗｅｒｓ.

Ｍｙ               Ｐｏｌｉｓｈ               ｓｔｕｄｅｎｔｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｃｕｒｉｏｕｓ.

Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｃｏｎｎｅｃｔｉｏｎ               ｔｏ               ｗｈａｔ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｕ.Ｓ.

Ｉ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｖａｇｕｅ               ｓｅｎｓｅ               ｏｆ               ｗｈａｔ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ.
               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｗｈｏ               ｌｉｖｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｍａｊｏｒ               ｃｉｔｉｅｓ               -               Ｌｏｓ               Ａｎｇｅｌｅｓ,               Ｎｅｗ               Ｙｏｒｋ,               Ｈｏｕｓｔｏｎ               ａｎｄ               Ｄａｌｌａｓ.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｌｏｖｅｄ               ｏｎｅｓ               ｎｅａｒ               ｍｉｌｉｔａｒｙ               ｂａｓｅｓ               ｉｎ               Ｓａｎ               Ｄｉｅｇｏ               ａｎｄ               Ｐｅｎｓａｃｏｌａ.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｎｅａｒ               ｔｏｕｒｉｓｔ               ｄｅｓｔｉｎａｔｉｏｎｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               Ｄｉｓｎｅｙｌａｎｄ               ａｎｄ               Ｇｒａｃｅｌａｎｄ.

Ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ               ｗａｓ               ａｆｒａｉｄ.

Ｍｅｄｉａ               ａｎｄ               ｇｏｖｅｒｎｍｅｎｔ               ｐｒｏｍｏｔｅｄ               ｆｅａｒ               ａｍｏｎｇ               Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎｓ.

Ｉ               ｇｒｅｗ               ｓａｄ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｗｓ,               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｇｒｅｗ               ａｆｒａｉｄ.

Ｉ               ｔｒｕｓｔｅｄ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ａｓ               Ｉ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｈａｄ.
               Ｉ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               Ｕｎｉｔｅｄ               Ｓｔａｔｅｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｙｅａｒ               ｈｏｗ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ               ｍｙ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ.

Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｅｓｃａｐｅｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｅａｒ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔ,               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｇｏｉｎｇ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ               ｏｆ               9/11               ｔｈａｔ               ｏｔｈｅｒｓ               ｈａｄ.
               Ｔｈｅ               ｉｍａｇｅｓ               ｏｆ               9/11               ｂｕｒｎｅｄ               ｔｈｅｍｓｅｌｖｅｓ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｍｙ               ｍｅｍｏｒｙ               ａｓ               Ｉ               ｗａｔｃｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｏｖｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｏｖｅｒ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｍｅｄｉａ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｌｅｔ               ｍｅ               ｅｓｃａｐｅ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｉｓｓｕｅｓ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｉｍａｇｅ,               ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ,               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｏｓｔ               ｍｏｖｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｗａｓ               ｏｎｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｍｉｎｄ               -               ｔｈｅ               ｉｍａｇｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｏｆ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｙｏｒｋ               ｓｐｒｅａｄｉｎｇ               ｂｅｎｅａｔｈ               ｍｅ               ａｓ               Ｉ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ａｔ               ｉｔ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｂｓｅｒｖａｔｉｏｎ               ｄｅｃｋ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｃｅａｓｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ.




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