He was on the 81st Floor of Two World Trade Center

by Thomas Beller


169 liberty st ny ny 10006

Neighborhood: World Trade Center

At Thomas Street, about six blocks North of the World Trade Center, the nature of the crowd on the street changed. There was more urgency and less mirth, more police shouting, and amidst the crowd was a guy who had been on the 81st floor on Two World Trade Center when the plane hit. It was just after ten AM. Two World Trade Center had just collapsed, and One World Trade Center stood smoldering behind him.

At first glance he looked like a snowman except instead of snow he was covered in gray, asbestos colored ash. He was moving along with the crowd, streaming North up Broadway. His head and neck and shoulders and about halfway down his chest was covered in gray ash. You could make out a pair of bloodshot eyes, and he was running his hand over his head. A small plume of dust drifted off the top of his head as he walked, echoing the larger plume of smoke drifting off of One World Trade Center Behind him.

“There were about 230 people on the 81st floor and I was one of the last ones out. We took the stairs. There was smoke, but it wasn’t fire smoke, it was dry wall smoke and dust. The fire was above us.”

He was shaking. His eyes were red from dust and maybe tears. He didn’t seem like the sort of man who cried. He had fair skin and sandy hair cut in a crew cut. His pants were chinos and he had on Docksiders and his shirt was a checked button down.

He was walking along with the crowd but his body language was a little different. Everyone, even those who weren’t looking back, had about them a certain nervous desire to look behind them, to see, to communicate to their neighbor, but this guy had no interest in anything in getting away from he had just been. It radiated from every muscle in his body. To get away.

“I was almost out. I got down to the lobby, right near the Border’s book store. And then there was this explosion. I don’t know, I just got thrown to the ground and all this stuff fell on top of me.”

By now he had dusted his head off and you could see his skin. It was pale and ashen, one of his eyes was very red. At first I thought maybe it wasthe dust and perhaps tears that had made his eyes bloodshot but one eyes was badly inflamed.

He was joined by another man, blue oxford shirt and tie, mid forties, lawyerly, who worked in the building across the street.

“I watched the whole thing. I saw the second plane hit, the explosion. No one told us to evacuate, and then the building just collapsed and I thought I better get out of here because my building could go too.”

On Franklin street the Police were screaming: “There’s a package! There’s a package! Keep moving!”

They were hearding everyone to the left, towards West Broadway. “Trust me! Let’s Go! People Let’s Go there’s an unidentified package across the street!”

The view on West Broadway and Franklin was very good. One Tower, grey sky billowing, the sky darkening.

“I don’t know what happened. I just hit the ground, don’t know if something hit me or…”

“It was the force of the building collapsing,” said the Lawyer.

“I got up and just started walking,” said the Ashen guy.

There was a huge rumbling sound accompanied by the sound of people shrieking. Everyone who wasn’t already looking turned to see the remaining building start to crumble in on itself, a huge ball of smoke rising out from beneath it, a Mushroom cloud in reverse. The whole street paused, froze, screamed, some people broke into tears, except for the Ashen Guy, who just kept walking.

Rate Story
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (No Ratings Yet)

§ Leave a Reply

Other Stories You May Like

Nearby World Trade Center Stories

Reality in Freefall


“Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea”–Gregory CorsoI [...]

The Season of 9/11


9/11 moves to TV-land and the wind blows

An Angel Called Abel


It was not any ordinary day when I left home on September 11th. I was coming off a two-week vacation [...]

The Fate of the Pear Trees at Ground Zero


Two weeks after the shock of September 11th, I was sent to “ground zero” by the Parks Department Commissioner to [...]

Primary Day


I stumbled bleary-eyed out of my building still hours before the sun would rise over the East River. Allen Street [...]