I do not know where the thirteen people whom on September 11, 2001 at 6:45am were up with me on the north tower, the yellow red sun illuminating to 360 degrees on a Tuesday of September, incredible until 8:32am when my plane Direct to LA removed the wheels from the runway at JFK, wrapped by warm golden rays lavished on a breathtaking skyline…… Then the arrival in LA Those strange aircraft patrolling peering above the mist, then those images that will take your breath away, you think are the trailer for the latest genial disaster movie ….. That sense of nausea that mounts inside while the reality becomes conscious …. And then… just silent tears, no screams, children are silent clinging hands, people from all walks of origin religion embracing, soldiers in uniform and with their heads bowed and their eyes fierce clenched fists along hips or chest …… Nobody talks but everyone screams silently in front of the mess that has become years of normal….a dusty hand erasing the chalkboard of time and memories of civilization… That dust swallowed towers lives memories skyline sun…. I’ve been again in New York and Los Angeles many time, but no matter what even after years the sun shines warm, but…… There ‘still a silence that screams in my heart….. 🖤🤍🐾