Memories of a devastated New York City on 9/11’s anniversary


And then I had nothing left to say and they switched off the recording machine.
There was a silent policeman standing close to me all the time. He had an Irish face on him. When I concluded he reached out his big hand and shook mine so powerfully that it hurt a bit.

There were tears in his eyes and there were tears in mine too when it was over. The policeman did not speak at all. He just shook his head sorrowfully up and down. On the way back down the stairs I stopped and looked into the old cemetery. The small birds of resurrection were singing away among the tombstones.