If you follow my review blog you know that I just reviewed a book about the financial crisis that was caused by the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center. If you don’t follow my reviews, the review is here: Resurrecting the Street.
This was a very difficult book for me to finish, not because of the content, not because half the time I didn’t understand what he was talking about, Govie Markets, Repos, blah, blah, blah. The problem was all the memories that it dragged up. Memories that I had shoved to the back of my head, things I didn’t want to think about. It also brought up for me a sense of shame, embarrassment that I don’t remember what the skyline looked like before.
I walked to the river from my office one day and looked toward lower Manhattan, but I had no idea if I was looking in the right spot, coming back from Staten Island I looked at the lights in the buildings, so pretty! Is this where the twin towers were?
People who know me, who know my lousy sense of direction will tell me (I hope) that I shouldn’t be embarrassed or ashamed, I don’t think that would help. On that day I was at work, I worked in Westchester County at the time, and I remember that day, from the moment someone said, “Someone bombed the World Trade Center.”, to walking down to Cesar’s office and see the flames shooting out of the tower on the TV, running to call my mom so she wouldn’t see the news later and worry. So many details crystal clear in my head, except for that one, where were they and what did the skyline look like? I feel like a bad person.
Belleza
just a (transplanted) city girl 