The World Trade Center, the World's Greatest Disaster

Past horrors give us a language with which to define new ones. World wide terrors become personalized. My father, for example, who woke me from a deep sleep in another part of new york to tell me that the world trade centre had been destroyed. A few days after september eleventh, when i ventured near the still smoky ashes of the world trade center, i kept thinking about a clear, blue sky that had rained lives. Besides the shared sensation of having been shattered, there is also a feeling of community. Those of us who were from countries that have always been, in their own ways, terrorized could now be counsellors to our previously sheltered friends