The final stop in New York is Ground Zero. We brave the tube to get there heading for the World Trade Centre stop. I ponder the retention of the name for a while, wondering if it’s odd or not ~ never forget, it’s perfect it’s right.
As soon as we get out of the tube a guy starts talking to us about some facts we may not know about that horrific day in 2001:
- seven buildings came down that day, not just two;
- the world trade centre was twice the height of the millenium hilton hotel next to ground zero – looking up at the hotel it’s almost impossible to imagine, because it itself is massive;
- once a year, on 9/11, two shards of light are beamed into the sky to commemorate the dead … my skin goose bumped at this point
- The new entrance to the tube is in the shape of the wings of a dove … it’s beautiful.
Considering how many people are walking around and queuing to get in, it’s remarkably quiet. People are sombrely respectful ~ it’s hard not to be when the names of the dead are there, etched in the memorial, nearly 3,000 people needlessly died. I don’t need pictures to remind me of that day, it’s etched in my mind.