I promised more about the 9/11 museum. Angie somehow managed to get tickets, a major coup considering it only opened last week (the day before we went I think). I can remember where I was when the planes hit - Sarah was off school sick with something, watching tv, so when the news coverage took over we watched, and we watched as the second plane hit, and the world realised this was not an accident, and we watched as the towers tumbled. I'd seen the twin towers on a previous trip - they were just another 2 skyscrapers then......
The memorials, 2 beautiful squares, one each on the footprint of its respective tower, with the names of the people who died there, engraved around the outside, framing a multi-layered waterfall that goes down towards the foundations. As I said, beautiful.
The museum takes you under the two towers, and walks you through the events leading up to the day, minute by minute of the day, and afterwards. It's very well done, lots of very personal touches, it really is about the individuals, as well as about the nation. It was also totally emotionally overwhelming. To stand where over 3000 people died, to hear snippets of recorded farewells, to see shoes, or briefcases and other nick knacks that were found. To read the intelligence warning dated 2 months previously, predicting in detail what happened, supposedly without evidence to cause them to stop it. To read that, even now, 13 years later, they haven't been able to identify the remains of 40% of the people who died in the twin towers. It was heartbreaking. And rightly so - it was an event that changed the world.








