When I was standing on the top of the WTC, I was not able to imagine that the scene in front of me would disappear from our eyes. I saw Brooklyn Bridge in grey. I saw Central Park in green. Through Manhattan's landscape, gentle breeze came from the Atlantic. With the highest level of security, no one would know that the buildings were actually more fragile than Lego.
I've never visited NYC after that. I've never seen the flat restricted area remained there. Only the scene from the top of the world remained.
What led to such an unbelievable movie-like tradegy? What were they thinking when the men and women passing through the street at that moment? What was the last flash in the mind of the pilot?
Top of the World
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