The morning of september 11 I was making myself ready for going to work, when my mother told me that I have to go to the store for buying chicken for lunch. So I grab my stuff and I was on my way to the store. The lady that was before me on the line says to the employee something about the World Trade Center being attack or something. I didn´t believe at the time because I didn´t understand what they were talking about.
So I took the bus and I arrived to my office, turn on the TV and there it was: South Tower in flames. I thought it was a bad movie but it was a nightmare. We stop working because it was to awful for doing “someth´stupid” like editing some videos.
I know that my story is not THE story, but I´m from South America and I´ll like to share my pain with the real heroes: the american people and above all the NYPD and FDNY.
Best wishes and God Bless America.