The first thing I remember about that morning was the phone ringing It was my roommate’s father calling to tell me that a plane had crashed. He was speaking so quickly, and in Spanish (I am American who at that tme spoke poor Spanish), and all that I could understand is that a plane had crashed and that I should turn on the TV. I turned on the TV to find a city full of smoke. It was at first not recognizable as New York. On top of that, we had just bought this TV with the capability of switching the sound between English, Spanish, and music. When I saw the city in smoke, all I could hear were the beautiful sounds of Mozart. I watched for about 2 minutes before I realized that this was not a bad movie. I screamed. My roommate jumped out of the shower, came to the room, and switched the sound from music to Spanish. I listened to the words, but as my Spanish was not so good, I did not think I was understanding correctly. That is when I watched the second plane hit the second tower, live. I reaized that I was understanding correctly. It was a long day, for me, for everybody, for the world. It is a day that no one will ever forget. I, like everyone else, feel so sorry for those lost that day, and for those that were loved ones left behind. It leaves me speechless and with no more words.