On that fateful morning I woke up unusually late, the continuous sound of the passing emergency vehicles somehow acting as a lullaby. The friend I was living with ran towards the tv where we saw the second tower collapse. My photo journalistic instinct turned on and I decided to go there. My dad knowing me called me and demanded that I stay put, sorry dad, I'm on my way. I crossed the bridge on skates. What I saw has been erased from my memory, all I can recall is that it was like being in limbo, the edge of hell, the day that time stood still.
