Out Libri GmbH Out of Focus: Confessions of a New York TV Camera Crew Paperback

HE WAS RIGHT...I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED."Hey, man. You should go. Get out of here...NOW."I never saw his face. Only...his helmet. The back of his dull black firefighter's jacket...walking away. His name...emblazoned across. Yellow reflective stripes...shining.That...was it...I never told a soul. Never divulged to anyone...that I'd made it Down There.Not sure why. Shame? Fear? Survivors guilt? Really...I don't know. But I never wrote about it. Never spoke about it. Not to family, friends, colleagues. Not a word. Not to anybody.Ever...I have to write this. For my sake...not yours. I need to deal with this.I Can't Stop Crying...Dreaming of the Dying.THE HOT SUN WAS ICY COLD.AND JUST LIKE THAT...I EXISTED ONLY IN ABLACK-AND-WHITE WORLD.A WORLD TRADE CENTER WORLD.A CACOPHONY OF CHAOS...DISSONANCE...DISCORD...DISCONNECT.