My name is korantin. I a mat school in Therouanne in the north of France. I’m 13. In September 2001 I was 9 months. So I can’t remember that event, but my step-mother was in Paris. She was visiting the “Arc de Triomphe” when her father called from Canada to tell her a catastrophe happened in New-York. A plane crashed into the twin towers. She was surprised, petrified and horrified.
Some minutes later, she was going down “the champs elysées” when she saw, in the TV of the video shop, what happened in New-York.
Two planes crashed into the twin towers. Nowadays, she still exactly remembers that terrible day; she can even say it was on a Tuesday. She went to New-York 2 years later and saw the ground zero. She cried.