I stayed at Serap's house for most of the morning into the afternoon. I remember leaving there at about 1pm.
We entered her apartment before the buildings collapsed. We started watching CNN as soon as we got inside. We were all just shocked, shell-shocked, I think. We heard about the Pentagon and I remember hearing reports that there were other planes unaccounted for in the sky. We kept thinking, "What is next?"
I was able to use Serap's phone and call my mother at work. She was glad to hear from me. I gave her Serap's phone number so she could call me later. I also called Brian again and told him that I was at her place. He was happy that I had found a haven.
We saw both buildings collapse on TV. I remember thinking how impossible it seemed to me that they would collapse like that, looking like they just evaporated, quickly turning into sand before our eyes.
Serap's place was downtown, and we went to the window. Before too long, dust and darkness filled the window. We always still saw daylight, but we definitely had debris flying in the air from the towers.
I stayed there until the early afternoon, when I heard on TV that the NJ ferries were running. I called my mother and told her that I was going to make my way over there. She said that she would also.
I also called home and told Brian that I was beginning, what would likely be, the longest journey ever to Hoboken.




