Witnessing Terror

Abstract

I was ten floors up in Warmington Tower at Goldsmiths, University of London when Anna, my partner, phoned to tell me that a plane had just flown into one of the World Trade Center towers in New York. I could hear what she was saying, but I could not really take it in. My mind was else-where, focused on reading my emails that had been piling up over the week since I had last been at my desk. She said that she had moved from the radio to the television because she felt that something profoundly shocking was taking place. She saw the second plane as it struck the second tower live. She was shocked and told me what was happening. She said that if I was watching what was happening, I would understand more of what was happening.