New York, New York

Last June, when I was about to land in New York City, I looked down into Manhattan and I could not help thinking about the passengers aboard the two planes that on the fatidic morning of September 11, 2001, crashed into the World Trade Center.

The sadness of this moment marked me to the point of having nightmares, where I was in one of those flights and knew what was going to happen without having any say or control over the unavoidable tragic end.

It was only a nightmare but I felt uselessly desperate.
This nightmare unfortunately was real for so many innocent victims.

3 years after that tragic day, in spite of the great irreplaceable lost, Manhattan still stands with its glory and pride as ever:



Life goes on for those who remain here. Not even the grief that New Yorkers went through, knocked them down and today they stand firm even against those who claim that they are protecting them...


The planes are back in the air and the humanity keeps the hope that such horrific day will never be repeated again.

My tribute to all victims and families of 911 and all similar attacks caused by somebody or something who wronlgly believes that they can act in the name of God!