My memories about that day are a little confusing because i was really young, but a few years later i decided to watch a documentar about this tragic day when Manu people lost somebody, while whatching the documentary i couldn’t stop thinking about the desper that the people in the towers must have felt, about how many anger and hate must the people who did this could have in their hearts, so i hope that the people who lost some loved one or the people who survived, can find the peace un their hearts, and know that when their loved ones died a part of the world died with them