| "I will never forget the sweet smell of the smoke coming out of the chimneys. The smell of burning human bodies." A Holocaust Survivor told me during a conversation over her family photo albums and photographs.
For almost two years I worked for companies located in the Financial District of New York City and I will never forget the day when the Towers fell, and the smell that lingered over the Lower Manhattan for months and months, as the fires kept on burning deep beneath the ruins.
For the longest time I avoided walking through the area or looking at the new building. But the time came, and I looked up at the just the right moment, from just the right place, to see ones again the beautiful sky reflected in the building reaching out into the eternal blue. |
