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….I wanted to go to the city today and get out there with people, see if there’s anything I can do to help.

…..I start out at Union Square where I heard there’s a memorial. There are some people signing big sheets of paper on the ground. The one message that brings tears to my eyes is written in German. It says “I have been here in this country for six years. NY is the greatest city in the world and I’m not leaving. We keep the hope.” It moves me because this is what America is about: the melting pot. I’m also excited that I am able to read the German.

I sign the memorial myself. I write “I’ve never been so proud to be a native New Yorker as this moment in history. Keep the faith.”

I walk to St. Vincents. The volunteers giving food to the doctors turn me down when I ask if they need help. Nobody wants my help!

I go down to another memorial in Washington Square. I check out the views of what used to be the WTC along the way. All there is is smoke.

I want to see how far downtown I can get. How close. They stop me at Houston Street, which is fine because the smoke is getting thick down here and my asthma is starting to bother me. I board the train and come back to Brooklyn.

My walk through Manhattan today took a toll on me. The streets were empty. Like a ghost town. I’ve never seen NY so dead. Not even at 4am. People were walking around in a fog, much like myself. This is really depressing.

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