I arrive in New York the 10th of September 2001 by an airplane from Los Angeles. Under the rain, I go to the appartment on 11th street where I rented a room. The next morning, from my windows in hear a clamour that wakes me up. The second tower of the World Trade Center has just collapsed. I take my camera and walk towards the Financial District, in the south of Manhattan.
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