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I moved to New York City, or more accurately Brooklyn Heights, on September 1, 2001. Ten days later, two iconic buildings crashed down. I hardly knew the meaning of those buildings and, honestly, the only way their fall affected me was the lack of running subways for the week afterwards. I wasn’t from New York City and had never even heard of the Twin Towers until I first set eyes on the skyline.

That morning, I slept through the whole crisis in my dorm room. I thought it was just thunder or a dump truck going past. When my mother called at 9 A.M., I just ignored her. Afterwards I walked to the promenade in my pajamas to see it for myself and tried to understand and feel something sad for a city I had just met and was so confident about. I decided to make something of the day and brushed my teeth thinking about the young men in suits, maybe their first expensive one, off to the job they worked their ass off to get. I spit the foam into the sink and prayed that I would live to see myself as a model no matter what it took.