Saturday, Sep14,2019
Today is the birthday of my son. I wished him on the phone.
Alexi came at 10 AM. She took me to the Down Saturday, Sep14,2019
Today is the birthday of my son. I wished him on the phone.
Alexi came at 10 AM. She took me to the Downtown by train. I like to train -ride but I get chance to do seldom. We dropped at World Trade center I stepped out from the station, I saw huge crowd, mostly tourists gazing and taking snaps of a group of Arabian horses with a uniformed cop sitting on the back of each horse row of horses stood almost like a statue in a semi-circle It was really a spectacular scene. I asked Alexi and some other tourists why so many horses gathered here. They don,t know. We viewed from the back with their long-haired tail looked really amazing! I told Alexi to take a snap of the back-view. We crossed the road to take photos from the front. I came to know by asking the police that It was Brave Hearts Trail To Zero" ride to end veteran suicide. Inspired by other tourists I touched a horse and took several snaps. I was charmed to see the architectural beauty of the station and surrounding towers and buildings.
This is the second time I came to this place since 2015! I just walked around the colourful joyous crowd of tourists and savour the festive mood, as well as the nostalgic memory of trauma, happened on 9/11. The splendour and magnanimity of the present time masterpiece architecture bear the powerful spirit of New Yorkers' and its leaders'; how strong is the will-power of people to rise head defying the devastation. This place reminds me of that unique challenge! I picked up two dry leaves dropped from the tree of the park in front of the newly built twin towers, as a token of memory.
I was walking through Fulton street and my feet stuck in front of the building "Conde Nast!".
I asked the uniformed security guard standing in front of the building, "Is this the Publishing House of "New Yorker Magazine also"?
He replied that he would not give any information. By this time I saw a man entered the office, I asked: " So can I go inside?"..."It is closed today"...
" I know that, but there must be someone who works on holidays also! I wish to meet some of them.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No!" The guard nodded his head, "Then you can not"!
I was feeling irritated with Alexi as she interrupted me and told impatiently," it is closed on Saturday; let us go to the station to go back home.
To me, Publishing houses are like shrines. And I could not enter. !Anyway, I decided to come on some other day.
On my way back there was not a single tail of the "BRAVE HEARTS TRAIL.........
Town by train. I like to train -ride but I get chance to do seldom. We dropped at World Trade centre I stepped out from the station, I saw huge crowd, mostly tourists gazing and taking snaps of a group of Arabian horses with a uniformed cop sitting on the back of each horse row of horses stood almost like a statue in a semi-circle It was really a spectacular scene. I asked Alexi and some other tourists why so many horses gathered here. They don,t know. We viewed from the back with their long-haired tail looked really amazing! I told Alexi to take a snap of the back-view. We crossed the road to take photos from the front. I came to know by asking the police that It was Brave Hearts Trail To Zero" ride to end veteran suicide. Inspired by other tourists I touched a horse and took several snaps. I was charmed to see the architectural beauty of the station and surrounding towers and buildings.
This is the second time I came to this place since 2015! I just walked around the colourful joyous crowd of tourists and savour the festive mood, as well as the nostalgic memory of trauma, happened on 9/11. The splendour and magnanimity of the present time masterpiece architecture bear the powerful spirit of New Yorkers' and its leaders'; how strong is the will-power of people to rise head defying the devastation. This place reminds me of that unique challenge! I picked up two dry leaves dropped from the tree of the park in front of the newly built twin towers, as a token of memory.
I was walking through Fulton street and my feet stuck in front of the building "Conde Nast!".
I asked the uniformed security guard standing in front of the building, "Is this the Publishing House of "New Yorker Magazine also"?
He replied that he would not give any information. By this time I saw a man entered the office, I asked: " So can I go inside?"..."It is closed today"...
" I know that, but there must be someone who works on holidays also! I wish to meet some of them.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No!" The guard nodded his head, "Then you can not"!
I was feeling irritated with Alexi as she interrupted me and told impatiently," it is closed on Saturday; let us go to the station to go back home.
To me, Publishing houses are like shrines. And I could not enter. !Anyway, I decided to come on some other day.
On my way back there was not a single tail of the "BRAVE HEARTS TRAIL.........
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Today is the birthday of my son. I wished him on the phone.
Alexi came at 10 AM. She took me to the Down Saturday, Sep14,2019
Today is the birthday of my son. I wished him on the phone.
Alexi came at 10 AM. She took me to the Downtown by train. I like to train -ride but I get chance to do seldom. We dropped at World Trade center I stepped out from the station, I saw huge crowd, mostly tourists gazing and taking snaps of a group of Arabian horses with a uniformed cop sitting on the back of each horse row of horses stood almost like a statue in a semi-circle It was really a spectacular scene. I asked Alexi and some other tourists why so many horses gathered here. They don,t know. We viewed from the back with their long-haired tail looked really amazing! I told Alexi to take a snap of the back-view. We crossed the road to take photos from the front. I came to know by asking the police that It was Brave Hearts Trail To Zero" ride to end veteran suicide. Inspired by other tourists I touched a horse and took several snaps. I was charmed to see the architectural beauty of the station and surrounding towers and buildings.
This is the second time I came to this place since 2015! I just walked around the colourful joyous crowd of tourists and savour the festive mood, as well as the nostalgic memory of trauma, happened on 9/11. The splendour and magnanimity of the present time masterpiece architecture bear the powerful spirit of New Yorkers' and its leaders'; how strong is the will-power of people to rise head defying the devastation. This place reminds me of that unique challenge! I picked up two dry leaves dropped from the tree of the park in front of the newly built twin towers, as a token of memory.
I was walking through Fulton street and my feet stuck in front of the building "Conde Nast!".
I asked the uniformed security guard standing in front of the building, "Is this the Publishing House of "New Yorker Magazine also"?
He replied that he would not give any information. By this time I saw a man entered the office, I asked: " So can I go inside?"..."It is closed today"...
" I know that, but there must be someone who works on holidays also! I wish to meet some of them.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No!" The guard nodded his head, "Then you can not"!
I was feeling irritated with Alexi as she interrupted me and told impatiently," it is closed on Saturday; let us go to the station to go back home.
To me, Publishing houses are like shrines. And I could not enter. !Anyway, I decided to come on some other day.
On my way back there was not a single tail of the "BRAVE HEARTS TRAIL.........
Town by train. I like to train -ride but I get chance to do seldom. We dropped at World Trade centre I stepped out from the station, I saw huge crowd, mostly tourists gazing and taking snaps of a group of Arabian horses with a uniformed cop sitting on the back of each horse row of horses stood almost like a statue in a semi-circle It was really a spectacular scene. I asked Alexi and some other tourists why so many horses gathered here. They don,t know. We viewed from the back with their long-haired tail looked really amazing! I told Alexi to take a snap of the back-view. We crossed the road to take photos from the front. I came to know by asking the police that It was Brave Hearts Trail To Zero" ride to end veteran suicide. Inspired by other tourists I touched a horse and took several snaps. I was charmed to see the architectural beauty of the station and surrounding towers and buildings.
This is the second time I came to this place since 2015! I just walked around the colourful joyous crowd of tourists and savour the festive mood, as well as the nostalgic memory of trauma, happened on 9/11. The splendour and magnanimity of the present time masterpiece architecture bear the powerful spirit of New Yorkers' and its leaders'; how strong is the will-power of people to rise head defying the devastation. This place reminds me of that unique challenge! I picked up two dry leaves dropped from the tree of the park in front of the newly built twin towers, as a token of memory.
I was walking through Fulton street and my feet stuck in front of the building "Conde Nast!".
I asked the uniformed security guard standing in front of the building, "Is this the Publishing House of "New Yorker Magazine also"?
He replied that he would not give any information. By this time I saw a man entered the office, I asked: " So can I go inside?"..."It is closed today"...
" I know that, but there must be someone who works on holidays also! I wish to meet some of them.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No!" The guard nodded his head, "Then you can not"!
I was feeling irritated with Alexi as she interrupted me and told impatiently," it is closed on Saturday; let us go to the station to go back home.
To me, Publishing houses are like shrines. And I could not enter. !Anyway, I decided to come on some other day.
On my way back there was not a single tail of the "BRAVE HEARTS TRAIL.........
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