Denis Krylov
Every one of us had his own September 11th. We were still sleeping in San Francisco when this all happened. Ironically my mom woke us, calling from Moscow to tell us the news. On the other side of the Earth, they were watching live how the second plane struck WTC...I remember how frequently in the next days I was looking deep in the mirror and asking myself: "Are you sure you are not sleeping? Maybe it's just a very, very bad dream". Now our lives have two different sides: before and after. Someone who's taking pictures daily will notice the difference in karma of our shots taken before and after. Here are the happy faces of someone visiting the WTC just one month before. And here is the calm reflection in the window with a view, that changed forever, missing something in the air and in the soul...
