At Last I Am Free, by ROBERT WYATT

I used to take the PATH train daily into the WTC from downtown Jersey City, and spent many mornings in the coffee shop there, watching the businesspeople and tourists before boarding the uptown 1,9 train at the destroyed Cortland Street station. Once PATH service to the WTC was restored (I don't know how long that took) I still waited a long time before going there. (During this time I also started sitting in either the front or back car of the train and wearing secure shoes so I'd be ready to run for my life if necessary.) When I finally took the WTC train I was so nervous; as we screechingly approached the site and I saw the retaining wall this was the song that came on my ipod and it made the experience incredibly potent.

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