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I opened the side door in our Jeep and wanted to put back my camera bag. “Where is the luggage?” I said to myself. I rushed over to check the back of the car. The gate was open and all the boxes with our belongings were missing. “Oh my God, what are we going to do?” I heard Eva. Earlier, I noticed Police officers sitting not far. I ran to let them know what has just happened. “Me han robado”, I was shouting in Spanish that I have been robbed. Police started to search the area.

Read: “Robbery!”



The first day after my arrival I left the hotel and walked onto the seaside promenade. I felt like I already knew the place. Modern architecture was present everywhere. There were plenty of coffee shops overlooking the bay, a marina with hundreds of yachts, colorful logos of French companies, and many boutiques and supermarkets. I was surprised by the heavy traffic as well as the well-developed public transportation system.

More: “Forgotten Penal Colony”



The morning of September 11, 2001 was nice and sunny. I decided to carry a camera with me on that day and possibly take a few photographs in downtown Manhattan before going to work. Like every day before, I crossed the Hudson River by ferry and arrived to the World Trade Center area. I walked to work, enjoying the great morning. Suddenly, when I was just across the street from the WTC towers I heard an explosion.

That terrible day, “My 9/11”