9/11 NEVER FORGET, ALWAYS REMEMBER

Ogni anno lo faccio e continuerò a farlo...ricordare il giorno che ha cambiato il mondo: l'11 settembre 2001!!! Sono passati vent'anni e già tante troppe persone hanno dimenticato. Per me è impossibile dimenticare una cosa del genere, eppure. 

Quest'anno vi lascio una notizia di un paio di giorni fa, dopo vent'anni ancora c'è chi si occupa del riconoscimento dei frammenti di corpi ritrovati, anche microscopici pezzetti tra le tonnellate di polvere e ceneri di quelle che furono un simbolo dell'America libera. Dopo vent'anni sono stati riconosciuti altre due vittime, gli è stato dato un nome. Delle 2753 persone innocenti che perirono quel giorno sono state riconosciute la numero 1646 e la 1647!!! Pensate più di mille famiglie non hanno nemmeno una tomba su cui piangere.

Ecco qua io non dimentico e non dimenticherò e come ogni anno mando un fortissimo abbraccio a quelle amiche che erano lì dentro a quell'inferno quel giorno e che scappando dalla torre Nord, videro corpi straziati al suolo di persone che prese dal panico si lanciarono nel vuoto e che sentendo un rumore di motori tanto forte e vicino alzando gli occhi videro il secondo aereo entrare dentro alla Torre Sud. 

"Just days before the 20th anniversary of 9/11, the New York City Office of the Chief Medical Examiner says it has identified 2 more victims of the World Trade Center attacks that killed 2,753 people almost 20 years ago, per NBC News.

According to officials, DNA analysis revealed the identity of Dorothy Morgan of Hempstead, NY. DNA analysis also identified a man, whose family requested that his name stay anonymous. They are the 1,646th and 1,647th people to be identified as victims of the attacks on the WTC.

'When they told me that there were remains found, it was a shock,’ said Dorothy's daughter, Nykiah Morgan, to NBC New York. Morgan continued, 'It's like you're living it all over again.'

'Twenty years ago, we made a promise to the families of World Trade Center victims to do whatever it takes for as long as it takes to identify their loved ones, and with these two new identifications, we continue to fulfill that sacred obligation,' said Dr. Barbara A. Sampson, the chief medical examiner, in a statement. 'No matter how much time passes since September 11, 2001, we will never forget, and we pledge to use all the tools at our disposal to make sure all those who were lost can be reunited with their families.’

According to officials, about 40% of the victims, or 1,100+ people, remain unidentified.

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 Quest'anno il mio "Never Forget" sull'11 Settembre di diciannove anni fa lo lascio a questa foto trovata grazie alla mia amica Lisa ...

Penso ai tanti amici c

9/11 NEVER FORGET

Chi segue e legge il mio blog sa quanto io ami gli Stati Uniti, e che spesso pubblico qualcosa per l' 11 Settembre, a tributo  di uno dei giorni più brutti della storia mondiale degli ultimi 20 anni.
Ho qualche amica Americana che quel giorno si trovata "lì" nelle Torri gemelle e nel World Trade Center, che hanno vissuto in prima persona quella  tragedia e che non dimenticheranno mai più... grazie a loro ho capito quanto sia importante la nostra vita quotidiana, quali sono veramente le cose importanti della vita e sempre grazie a loro seguo pagine sull'argomento e in questo periodo ovviamente le "attività" di pagine e gruppi si incrementano e spesso oltre a foto varie leggo i commenti di chi segue e ieri mi è caduto l'occhio su un commento che mi ha fatto riflettere davvero tanto e cioè: "in quei giorni abbiamo giurato tutti che non avremmo mai dimenticato, eppure già tanti non ricordano più." Ovviamente si riferiva al popolo Americano, ma io trovo triste che anche qua in Europa e nel mondo in tanti abbiano già dimenticato e la cosa mi mette una tristezza infinita!!!
Da parte mia so che non dimenticherò quel giorno, non dimenticherò le immagini viste e riviste, non dimenticherò le mie amiche, i loro racconti, non dimenticherò quei volti dei pompieri e poliziotti che hanno perso la vita, non dimenticherò quello che ho visto al Memorial a New York in tributo a tutte quelle persone che in una bella mattina di Settembre hanno chiuso i loro occhi per sempre... i non dimenticherò e spero nel mio piccolo, con i miei post di ricordarlo anche a chi magari passando di qua, non ci pensa più.

tutte le foto pubblicate in questo post sono prese da QUI

 "We have forgotten especially the younger ones the millennials they were too young and this is a movie to them. This should be shown day in and day out and there should be something on TV to let the young ones know what happened that day.Thank you first responders for all you do (Kathryn J.Wohl)"

9/11 NEVER FORGET

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In questi anni ho fatto amicizia con alcune persone sopravvissute a quel terribile giorno in cui tanto e troppo è cambiato, parlo come ogni anno dell'11 Settembre. Alcune sono amicizie su facebook, che non è un mezzo poi così virtuale se si impara a conoscersi tramite foto, messaggi e commenti! Una di loro, Lisa di cui vi ho parlato in "A beautiful day to be alive" e in "It reminds me of" l'ho finalmente conosciuta lo scorso anno durante l'ennesimo viaggio a New York ed è stato incredibile sentire la sua storia dalla sua voce, capire il suo dolore, le sue paure di e da quel giorno. Lei non prende più una metropolitana, non sale più su un ascensore o su un palazzo con più di 5 piani. Se sente forti rumori si spaventa, perchè quel giorno lei era lì, dentro la prima torre colpita, ed era ad un isolato soltanto quando ha alzato gli occhi al cielo e ha visto il secondo aereo colpire la Torre Sud e tra le tante cose non può dimenticare quei rumori strani che arrivavano al suolo mentre si allontanava correndo, seguiti da urla di terrore, non ha mai voluto guardare cosa fossero, ma sentiva le persone vicino a lei strillare per l'atrocità di vedere corpi che saltavano giù da quegli stessi piani dove si trovava il suo ufficio... e non dimenticherà mai mentre cercava di arrivare al traghetto che l'avrebbe riportata a casa, quei volti di vigili del fuoco, paramedici e poliziotti che correvano e si dirigevano a salvare vite, sapendo a cosa stavano andando incontro .

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La cosa che in questi giorni mi sta lasciando sempre più sconvolta è che il numero delle persone malate e morte di cancro per le esalazioni delle ceneri e polveri, che subito dopo gli attentati erano lì ed aiutarono a scavare e cercare tra le macerie, che non si sono risparmiate alla pulizia e alla ricostruzione di Ground Zero nei mesi seguenti, stanno di gran lunga superando il numero delle vittime totali di quel giorno. La maggior parte di loro continuano ad essere poliziotti, vigili del fuoco e paramedici, gli stessi che quel giorno persero amici, fratelli, padri, madri e colleghi, molti di loro che per destino non erano tra quei morti, ma che nel tempo sono diventate vittime stesse di quegli attentati che devastarono il nostro mondo, un mondo che abbiamo perso un po' tutti.




Quest'anno il mio tributo lo dedico a loro a chi è "caduto" dopo quel giorno, a chi sta ancora lottando con dolore per non cadere!

Perchè se anche sono passati diciassette anni non si può e non si deve dimenticare.

9/11

NEVER ... e ogni anno ci tengo a ricordarlo! 

“WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO BE ALIVE" by Lisa G. - September the eleventh - NEVER FORGET

credits HERE

Come sapete ormai ogni 11 Settembre da quando ho il mio blog dedico sempre un pensiero a quel giorno che per me ha significato un cambiamento terribile del mondo civile, anche se io vivevo a migliaia di km di distanza da New York, volenti o nolenti quel giorno ha cambiato tutto: in primis la vita di tante persone e famiglie, il nostro stile di pensare, il nostro modo di viaggiare, ci sono state guerre, ci sono attentati, le tensioni tra i mondi... volenti o nolenti ..è così, e NON DOBBIAMO DIMENTICARLO MAI.

Quello che segue è il racconto della mia amica Lisa G., che ha vissuto l'11 settembre, perchè lei lavorava in una delle Torri gemelle, perchè ci andava tutti i giorni lì, e qui spiega a suo figlio dopo 4 anni da quel giorno come è stato per lei quell' 11 Settembre, di come delle piccole, insignificanti decisioni prese quella mattina le hanno salvato la vita e l'hanno riportata a casa da suo figlio, suo marito e tutti i suoi cari!

Non traduco il testo in Italiano, perchè sono certa che non riuscirei a trasmettere le emozioni di Lisa, che ringrazio per avermi permesso di pubblicare la lettera che scrisse a Sean.

English version

This letter was written eleven years ago by a special friend of mine, Lisa G., to her son after 4 years from that terrible day she lived, because she worked in one of the Towers..I really thank her for permission tu post this letter. For me it is important to write every here on my blog on this day not to forget because as we were talking about with Lisa yestarday a lot of people still forget that day.

Thank you Lisa and God bless!!

" I wrote this to my son 10 years ago. It took me 4 years to put it down on paper. Never forget!

Well, Seany – here goes. This is my story of September 11. Almost 4 years later I’ve decided it’s best to put things on paper just in case I forget. Don’t get me wrong – I will never forget – it’s just that I don’t want to forget the details…..details that may seem small but are and can be very important. I might go back and forth a little bit but bear with me – I will try to do my best.

That day was the most beautiful morning. I remember being on the ferry. I always stayed in the front so I could be one of the first off. I remember looking at the approaching skyline and the sky was so blue and thinking, “what a beautiful day to be alive.” That is the God’s honest truth. Those were my thoughts at the moment. Anyway, I remember taking the train (2 stops). Before I got off the train, I was thinking about a winter coat I had seen in Strawberry. Strawberry was located in the concourse level of WTC1. A friend of mine who I worked with (Karen) was from Germany. They don’t make bagels in Germany so I used to bring her a jalapeno bagel each morning. She would thank me and I’m happy she will have that memory because she deserved it. She truly was one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. I hope she will remember me as well. Anyway, while I was on that train, I had bought Karen a bagel but remembered that she had gone on vacation the previous Friday to Monte Carlo. Great - no problem, I would eat that bagel and now have time to go check to see if they had that coat in my size and if so - put a deposit on it. You see Seany, how fate works? These are the little details – reasons that I did not go right up to the 94th floor that morning. So there I was in Strawberry. I was on line to put a deposit and did. As the girl was ringing me up, I heard and felt a loud thump. Just loud enough to question it in my mind. It seemed no one around me noticed. As soon as I got my receipt, I put it in my wallet and that’s when all hell broke loose. There was a strange sound, something I had never heard before. It was a stampede - people running, hundreds, maybe thousands. Of course I never heard that sound before. Inside the store was soundproof. I could see people running and only when I opened the door I heard some screaming, some crying that a bomb had gone off. They were running to the right of the store. I don’t know if that is north, south, east or west. Anyway, I was thinking that I wanted to go the opposite way. Anywhere where there was no crowds. I don’t like crowds, never did. This is surprising Sean because I followed the crowd that day. I think too that saved my life. There were so many details, reasons that saved my life that day. Little decisions that were so miniscule, but in the scope of things had a really big impact in the end. I looked straight across the crowd at the R station. I knew there was a passage way down under the tracks that would leave me across the street at Century or should I go the other way up the escalator. That would leave me (the name escapes me, but where the concerts were). Thank God I did not go up there, because I heard that was the worst part – very bloody. I decided to follow the crowd. When I got to the stairs, that’s when I felt panic. I looked up and it looked like there was a blizzard. What the hell is that? You see my Seay, the mind takes a bit of time to register things that your eyes are seeing. Especially things that shouldn’t be happening. A blizzard doesn’t happen in September. It was debris, smoke, paper flying through the air. I went up the stairs. There was a man up there saying “take your time, don’t run.” (I wonder if he made it). I crossed the street and went by the Burger King and realized I came out of the other tower. My building was behind it and I couldn’t see how badly it was hit. All I could see was black smoke. People were now saying that a small plane had hit tower 1. I remember dialing my cell phone and believe it or not called my office. I couldn’t get through, busy signal. The next call I made was to daddy. No luck. I remember I had a crummy cell phone and I just thought that was the problem. I started speaking to some of the people. One man made me use his cell phone. I thought that was so nice. No luck. (I wondered if he made it). There was also a girl next to me who asked me if I thought they would let her go back into the building. She had dark hair and had an accent, Spanish I think I said, “Why would you go back with all this havoc going on?” She said she had left her purse and wanted to go back. I don’t know if she did or not. Sometimes it bothers me that I don’t remember these people’s faces. Maybe their loved ones would like to have known if they were initially out of the building. I wish I could remember (I wonder if she made it).
At some point, I had just put it in my head that I was going to go home. There was no sense in me staying. I’d probably catch hell from the office in the morning. Not really, as I worked with a really great group of people. I had gone around the corner, because I was looking for a pay phone. It seemed that everyone had the same idea as me. I decided to wait on line. There was an elderly man on the phone. He was talking into the phone and had his finger in the other ear. I was trying to be patient and so was the girl in front of me on line. I said to her, “You know, I hope get got through to tell everyone that he’s alright and now he looked like he is giving a play by play.” She said I was right and tapped him on the shoulder. That was when it hit. I didn’t know what IT was. I heard a sound so loud. I cant describe it. I remember describing it as a Godzilla screech. Then in an instant there was a fireball. The fireball started on the left side of the building and came out in the middle of it. I didn’t realize what I was looking at. Again, the brain does not register so fast in these cases. It was like someone turned on a light in a room full of cockroaches. Everyone scattered. (I wonder if that old man on the phone or the girl made it). Finally reality hit me and all I knew was that I better get out of the way. Something could come flying my way. I dove into a deli, but at that moment, the waiters (who ironically looked Arab) were trying to get out to see what the commotion was about. They practically pushed me back out onto the sidewalk. I just decided to go. I exited and immediately turned left. I refused to look back. I think that helped me immensely Seany. Looking back might have done me some more damage. I finally got through to Daddy. He was frantic. He said he was going to come and get me. I told him no way. First I knew he would never be able to get to me and second I didn’t want another worry. Daddy didn’t even know at that point that the second tower was hit. All I remember saying was “something was wrong.” I told him I didn’t know how I was going to get home and that I was afraid to go on the ferry. What if the ferry was rigged too! By rigged, I mean with a bomb. I think you will be learning a lot of new words that pertain to this situation in the future. Terrorism will be one of the frontrunners. I remember trying to get down to the ferry. At this point, I was completely paranoid. Meanwhile in the background, I could hear people screaming, crying, holding their mouths as if to suppress a scream. I remember seeing a car right by the big bull. Someone just left with the windows wide open and running. I thought that might be rigged. There’s that word again, Seany – rigged. At this point, my mind HAD registered what was going one. I knew now that we were being attacked. There is no way in hell that 2 planes can hit the WTC at the same time. I finally made it to the ferry. You see Seany, my only goal was to get home that day. When I got to the ferry terminal, there were people everywhere. I was dying of thirst. So thirsty that I thought I was going to have a panic attack. I remember seeing a soda machine –two in fact. I hate soda, but it is better than nothing. What else is new, no change. I asked a lady for change. I only had a five dollar bill. She gave me money anyway. See how nice people can really be? Those little things are important Sean AND remembered. Damn, the machines were not working. I wanted to scream. Should I risk going outside to a deli? Who knows what would happen out there? I decided I had to. I walked across the street and there was a street vendor. I asked him for a bottled of water and he gave it to me. I thought it was funny that he had a bottle of scotch sitting right by his window. He asked me if I wanted a shot, I considered for a second, but truthfully I figured it would make me more thirsty. (I wonder if he made it?) I went back into the ferry terminal. A girl was in there. She was shaking terribly. I don’t know her name or remember what she looked like either. Is that what shock does to you? She said all she wanted to do was get home and hug her son. Then, there was a stampede again. We got split up and I never saw here again. (I wonder if she made it?). That was when I thought I would die. People started running and crushing up against the wall. I saw people running under the seats to protect themselves. (What is happening? What is everyone running from? I figured whoever went after the trade center was now going for the Statue of Liberty. That was the only thing I could think of. But I had to get out of there, too many people. I would rather risk what was to come outside than stay inside with all of those panicky people. There was only one person out there. A man, just me and him. He lit up a cigarette and I asked him what was going on? He said, “One of the towers collapsed.” Again Seany, a statement like that just doesn’t take hold, doesn’t register. It becomes just an ordinary statement like “Spring is here.” Sounds idiotic, but true. At that point, I looked up toward the canyon and saw thick black smoke coming down both streets. Panic set it – AGAIN. I remember thinking that everything was going to turn dark and that scared me more. I thought to myself that if they don’t open the ferry doors soon there is going to be another stampede. At that moment, the ferry doors opened. (I wonder if the man smoking made it). I debated whether or not get on. After all, I knew this was going to be a very crowded boat, and we all know I like to avoid crowds. But it was darkness or drowning. Which way would I rather go? Drowning one out. I got on the ferry and everyone was grabbing life preservers. Did I get one? Don’t remember. There were many people without. I staying on the outer part where the windows were. I figured if the boat would go down, I might have a good chance of jumping. The boat left quickly and all I could see outside the boat was black. That was scar. As the boat moved on outside was starting to brighten. I remember talking on the phone with Aunt Lori. I don’t know if I called her or she called me and believe it or not, I don’t remember the conversation at all. I think it was something about daddy getting stopped in the middle of the Verrazano bridge and having to turn back to Brooklyn. Maybe that was a conversation I had later. I don’t know. I remember thinking that as soon as my feet would hit Staten Island, I would be safe. And we did. When we arrived, the Transit Authority made everyone go thru the turnstiles free. We boarded the train and somewhere along the third stop, someone said that the second tower fell. It ws so black that I thought it would cover a large distance, it did. I don’t remember walking home from the train station. That bothers me, that part if completely gone. I remember reaching home. My neighbor down the block came in as soon as I got home. I remember thinking I really wasn’t in the mood. I had a terrible headache and was covered in dust, but I should be thankful for her concern. The answering machine had 12 messages. I know one was from my friend Sean, my mother in law, dad, brother and I don’t remember the rest. The phone rang and it was my boss Bob. Thank God he was alive! He had been going into the elevator when the first plane hit. He made it out. Everyone in my office was accounted for except for Ben and Craig. Ben was married and had 3 kids and Craig had a wife. All of the people in my office had their own tales to tell. Some worse than others. Who was in the building, who was on the streets. Each had their own horror story to tell. The TV was jammed with video. I needed to see a different perspective. You, my Seany was at the daycare. I wanted to see you terribly. In fact, I was afraid of what I would do when I finally would pick you up. But my head was pounding so bad that I didn’t want to give you any bad vibes. I know you were safe at that point, and that was all that was important to me. Aunt Lori told me that there was a report of asbestos in the dust so she told me that I should take a shower. I would have never thought of it. (Till this day, I still know what I had on). When I picked you up you wanted to go to the park. I wanted to cry. That was the last place I wanted to be. I took you because I didn’t want you to think anything out of the ordinary. You played in the park and I stated up in the sky. That night I don’t remember much. I remember telling daddy to leave the hall light on. I was scared to go to sleep. That passed eventually, like everything else. Time heals all wounds Sean but it never heals the scars. This experience is a part of me now. I am tied and bound to it. Anyone who was there – would understand it. Anyone who wasn’t wont. I am a part of history – whether I like it or not. No one will every understand the sights that day, the sounds = such loud sounds, the people. I hope my son that you never have to see something like this in your future. If I could I would protect you from it, but in my heart I know I cant. I have to just accept the fact of how lucky I was that day. All the circumstances that fit into place, that kept me from going in the wrong direction. God was certainly with me that day and I hope he continues to guide me in the right direction. As for you, I will pray too that God will show you the right direction in life. I can just show you so much. The rest is between you and Him.
I wonder sometimes what would have happened if I was up there. Since the first plane practically went through my floor (94). Would I have survived the impact? Would I have tried to come down the stairs? Would I have tried to get to the roof? Would I have panicked and jumped. Would I actually have the balls? (Sorry Seany). These little details are things that can drive you nuts. What would my obituary look like? I really didn’t accomplish much. Can someone muster up my life in one singe paragraph? I felt guilty, not about survival, but about weakness. I felt that maybe I shold have been stronger and yes in some cases I was stronger. Stronger than the people around me. But that strength gave way to panic and I had to seek help. In time, with therapy and medication, Im trying to put 9/11 behind me and I am succeeding. I know I made it……..I love you with all my heart, my Sean"

I DON'T FORGET-I WON'T FORGET

                           Sotto trovate il post in Italiano
Every year I write a post about 9/11, because for me it is really important not to forget.... and for me, as I remeber where I was and what I was doing..it is impossible to forget that day!
From that day in my way of living now exist a "before" and an "after" and i really would like that for each person who read was important to think what it must be for the people who were really there that day, because we always think they were lucky to survive and it was ...they came back to their families.... I have "met" many survivors and often read about their stories, but many of us don't know that for many of them hell began...because they survive and many friends and collegues didn't, many of them now are sick and got serious health problems, they live every day with panic attacks...and above all they are so sad thet for the new generations could be so easy to forget!
Well I don't forget and I won't forget that day and if telling their stories to my nephews could help ...well I'll do it.... I will tell them what they lived that day and even after 9/11!!
God bless all of you and especially my friends Lisa, Marissa and Eileen!!!

HERE you find the post I wrote last here, about the wonderful and tragic way my friend Lisa lived that day!

Ogni anno scrivo un post sull'11 Settembre 2001, perchè davvero per me è importante non dimenticare...per me che ricordo dov'ero quell'11 settembre del 2001 e cosa stavo facendo è impossibile!
Per me da allora esiste uno spartiacqua tra il "prima" e il "dopo" l'11 settembre e vorrei ognuno pensasse a cosa deve aver significato tutto questo per chi era lì, per chi è sopravvissuto...perchè noi si pensa alla loro "fortuna" e sicuramente lo è stato il poter tornare a casa dalle loro famiglie...ma non è finito lì.... ho avuto modo di conoscere molti sopravvissuti, in particolare al crollo delle Torri gemelle del World Trade Center, e credetemi a distanza di 14 anni per molti di loro è iniziato l'inferno.... gravissimi problemi di salute, attacchi di panico, sensi di colpa per avercela fatta rispetto a chi non è mai più tornato a casa .... per molti ora c'è anche la paura che alle nuove generazioni questo evento non interessi e chiedono solo di non dimenticare!
Ecco io non dimentico e non dimenticherò e ai miei nipoti parlerò di loro di quello che hanno vissuto quel giorno e di come hanno vissuto "dopo" quel giorno!
God bless you, my friends.... Lisa, Marissa and Eileen!!!

QUI trovate il mio post  dello scorso anno, una bellissima e tragica testimonianza della mia amica Lisa.

9/11 IT REMINDS ME OF....

                                Scorrere in basso per la traduzione in Italiano 

As you know since I have been writing on my blog every 9/11 I always write a thought on this anniversary, because that day changed a lot of lives , mine, but even that one of a couple of friends of mine that survived (one is Marissa and she was in Tower2 and another one is Eileen , who worked in a building beside the Towers)but this year I let  to a  friend the words for this post,who survived that day, she worked in the 94 floor in the WTC Tower 1 , and on the 9/11 the first plane hit Tower 1 between the 94 and the 98 floor.

The following words are from Lisa Guzzi and I really thank her that gave me the chance to post her thoughts:

“Thirteen years ago today, I was working in the WTC on the 94th floor Tower 1. That morning I stopped in the lobby to put a deposit on a coat. Something so simple saved my life. Here is the pic of my receipt and on this 13 year anniversary give some thoughts:

It reminds me of how lucky I was that day

It reminds me of the most beautiful blue sky I'd ever seen

It reminds me of how kind people were that day to me and to each other

It reminds me of being in the lobby when the first plane hit

It reminds me of the screaming people running out of the building

It reminds me of the "blizzard" I was seeing in early September

It reminds me of my hands shaking

It reminds me of thinking what would I have done if I was on my floor

It reminds me of the guilt ~ "why was I spared"

It reminds me of the coat that still hangs in my closet that saved me

It reminds me of my 2 co-wworkers in my unit and 295 in my company that did not make it

It reminds me that some were my friends

It reminds me of the heroic firefighters, police, EMS that went in, when everyone was coming out

It reminds me of how I heard my sister and husband were trying to find out if the first building hit was mine

It reminds me of how I heard that after the second plane hit, it didnt matter. {they thought I was dead}

It reminds me of the faces of people crying from terror and sorrow

It reminds me of being a block away when the second plane hit

It reminds me of seeing the plane go right through the building

It reminds me of r-u-n-n-i-n-g

It reminds me of wanting to take my shoes off to run

It reminds me of the stampede at the ferry and the fear of being crushed

It reminds me of no more life jackets on the ferry

It reminds me of sitting on the floor of the ferry as it was engulfed in darkness

It reminds me of finally praying to God to get me home safe and sound

It reminds me of the 12 messages on my answering machine when I got home

It reminds me of taking Sean to the park because he wanted to go

It reminds me that that was the last place I wanted to be

It reminds me of Sean playing in the park and me staring up at the sky

It reminds me of having to watch tv to see "it" from another perspective

It reminds me of people jumping

It reminds me of wanting to sleep with the lights on that night

It reminds me that loud noises made me jump for a long time

It reminds me of seeing every plane from now on was flying too low

It reminds me of taking five years to be "happy" that I was alive

It reminds me of how our beautiful city landscape has changed

It reminds me of how many peoples lives were changed that day

It reminds me of how I've changed since that day.

These things remind me to NEVER FORGET!

My thoughts and prayers are for all those that lost loved ones that day.”.

Thank you very much Lisa and God belss you and you all.

Your words reminds me of thank God every day!

Versione in Italiano

Come sapete da quando ho il blog ogni 11 Settembre scrivo o metto un pensiero a quel giorno, sapete anche che ho un paio di amiche che sono sopravvissute all'11 Settembre, una era nella Torre 2 del WTC , Marissa e un’altra è Eileen che lavorava in un edificio nel WTC. Oggi lascio lo spazio di questo post ad un’altra amica, Lisa Guzzi , che ringrazio per avermi permesso di pubblicare i suoi pensieri di quel giorno qui sul mio blog. Lisa lavorava in un ufficio al 94° piano della Torre1 (la prima ad essere colpita) e quel primo aereo si schiantò proprio tra il 94° e il 98° piano:

“Tredici anni fa, lavoravo al 94° piano della Torre 1 del World Trade Center. Quella mattina mi sono fermata nella hall per saldare l'acquisto di un cappotto .Qualcosa di così semplice mi ha salvato la vita. Ecco la foto del mio scontrino e per questo dopo 13 anni devo dire i pensieri a cui sono giunta, e quello che rappresenta per me questa ricevuta:

Mi ricorda di come sono stata fortunata quel giorno

Mi ricorda del più bel cielo blu che io abbia mai visto

Mi ricorda di come le persone furono gentili con me e con gli altri

Mi ricorda che ero nella hall quando l’aereo colpì

Mi ricorda le persone che urlavano correndo fuori dall’edificio

Mi ricorda la “tempesta di neve” i primi di Settembre

Mi ricorda le mie mani tremanti

Mi ricorda cosa mi sarebbe successo se fossi stata al mio piano

Mi ricorda il senso di colpa del perché “io mi sono salvata”

Mi ricorda il cappotto ancora appeso nel mio armadio  e che  mi ha salvata

Mi ricorda dei miei due colleghi  nel mio ufficio e dei  295 nella mia azienda che non lo fecero

Mi ricorda che alcuni di loro erano miei amici

Mi ricorda degli eroici vigili del fuoco ,poliziotti e personale medico  che entravano mentre tutti scappavano fuori

Mi ricorda di come e quanto mia sorella e mio marito cercassero di capire se la prima torre colpita fosse la mia

 Mi ricorda di come li ho ascoltati raccontarmi che saputo del secondo aereo ,  a loro non importasse (Pensavano che fossi morta)

Mi ricorda i volti della gente che piangeva  dal terrore e per il dolore

Mi ricorda che ero ad un isolato di distanza quando il secondo aereo colpì la Torre2

Mi ricorda me mentre vedevo l’aereo andare dritto verso l’edificio

Mi ricorda che dovevo C-O-R-R-E-R-E

Mi ricorda che volevo levarmi le scarpe mentre scappavo

Mi ricorda la fuga precipitosa verso il  traghetto e la paura di essere schiacciata

Mi ricorda che non c’erano più giubbotti si salvataggio sul traghetto

Mi ricorda che ero  seduta sul pavimento del traghetto e di  come fu  inghiottito nel buio

Mi ricorda di quanto alla fine pregai Dio per avermi fatta  tornare a casa sana e salva

Mi ricorda dei 12 messaggi sulla segreteria telefonica quando sono tornata a casa

Mi ricorda di  che portai Sean al parco perché voleva giocare

Mi ricorda che quello era l'ultimo posto dove volevo essere

Mi ricorda di Sean che giocava nel parco e  che fissavo  il cielo

Mi ricorda che dovevo  guardare la tv per vedere “questo” da un’altra prospettiva

Mi ricorda di persone che si lanciavano nel vuoto

Mi ricorda che volli dormire  con le luci accese quella notte

Mi ricorda per tanto tempo i rumori forti mi facevano saltare in aria

Mi ricorda di guardare sempre ogni aereo che vola troppo basso

Mi ricorda che mi ci son voluti 5 anni per essere “felice “ di essere viva

Mi ricorda di come è cambiato il paesaggio della nostra bellissima città

Mi ricorda quanto siano cambiate le vite di così tante persone quel giorno

Mi ricorda di come sono cambiata io da quel giorno.

Queste cose mi ricordano di NON DIMENTICARE MAI!

E i miei pensieri e preghiere vanno a  tutti coloro che quel giorno hanno perso i loro cari “

Grazie Lisa..le tue parole mi ricordano che devo ringraziare ogni giorno il Signore.

I SHALL NEVER FORGET 9/11/2001

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Chi mi conosce e chi mi legge da tempo sa perfettamente quanto io ami gli USA, non chiedetemi perché, non lo so, so che  ci vivrei, so che ogni volta che metto piede lì sento di essere tornata a casa, e so che ogni volta che il mio aereo decolla per tornare in Italia mi si stringe il cuore, ogni volta mi chiedo quando tornerò se presto o tardi … ma so che tornerò. Degli Stati Uniti amo tutto, le larghe strade, il loro amore per la Nazione, l’amore per la loro Bandiera, amo l’immensità degli spazi, amo la loro vasta cucina tradizionale e fusion, amo la cura che hanno per la loro giovane storia, il rispetto  per la natura, amo l’architettura dei grattacieli, o delle case stile federale, amo il mix delle culture che si sono unite ... amo gli oceani che bagnano gli Stati Uniti, amo le belle città, i ricchi centri commerciali, le vetrine piene di muffins o cheesecakes,  i famer’s marktes tra Los Angeles e il Rockfeller Center a Manhattan, amo la loro storia, l’organizzazione dei Musei  e potrei continuare all’infinito. Vi ho già raccontato che la prima volta che arrivai a New York, appena scesa dall’aereo ..la prima cosa che vidi furono le Torri gemelle..e che quando ci salì in cima mi sentì in cima al mondo .

Quindi ora non meravigliatevi se oggi pubblico questo post … per me è importante, quando quattro anni fa arrivai a Ground Zero non potevo credere che al posto di quei due simboli dello skyline di New York ci fosse un immenso cantiere con un enorme buco al centro .. non riuscivo a credere che quella polvere fosse migliaia di persone che non ci sono più.   Sono passati 10 anni New York si è fieramente rialzata, ma è vero che loro e noi non dimenticheremo mai .. quel “we shall never Forget” che ho fotografato sulla fiancata di un camioncino a Ground Zero c’è , esiste e resterà indelebile nei cuori e nelle menti di molti di noi. Oggi abbraccio forte tutti i miei amici Americani ed una in particolare (M.P.) … che era lì quel giorno, che lavorava nella Torre Sud  e il suo ufficio era sopra il 78° piano e che solo per un pelo e per destino , a differenza di molti suoi colleghi di lavoro, si è salvata … ma ha una ferita nel cuore e nell’anima che non guarirà mai .. è per lei , per le famiglie di tutte quelle persone che hanno perso la vita che IO sicuramente “shall never forget”, Flavia.

English version

Those who know me and even my readers know how much I love the U.S., do not ask me why, I don’t know, I know that I wish to live there, I know that every time I set my  foot there, I feel to be back home, and I know that every time my plane takes off to return to Italy my heart feels really sad, every time I wonder if and when I come back, sooner or later ... but I know I'll be back. I love all of the United States, the wide streets, their love for the nation, their love for their flag, I love the vastness of spaces, I love their traditional and fusion cuisine, I love that they care for their young history, their respect for nature, I love the architecture of the skyscrapers  or the Federal-style houses, I love the mix of cultures that have come together ... I love the oceans that wet the United States, I love the beautiful cities, rich shopping malls, shop windows full of muffins and cheesecakes, the famer's markets between Los Angeles and the Rockefeller Center in Manhattan, I love their history, organization of museums and I could go on forever. I have already said that the first time that I arrived in New York, just got off the plane .. the first thing I saw were the twin towers .. and when I climbed to the top I felt on top of the world. 
So now do not be surprised if today I write this post, it is important for me, four years ago when I arrived at Ground Zero I could not believe that instead of those two symbols of  the skyline of New York there was a  construction site with a huge hole in the center. . I could not believe that that powder was thousands of people  gone in that terrible way. It's been 10 years New York has proudly raised, but it is true that they and we will never forget .. that "We Shall Never Forget", I photographed on the side of a truck at Ground Zero , is and will remain indelible in the hearts and minds of many of us. Today I want to hug strongly all my American friends and one in particular (M.P.) ... she was there that day, she worked in the South Tower and her office was above the 78   th floor, and only for few minutes and destiny, unlike many of her colleagues, has been saved ... but has a wound in the heart and soul that will never heal ..  that’s for you, for families of all those people who lost their life that I definitely "shall never forget," Flavia.