On September 11, while standing on my balcony in New York City. I saw smoke rising from far south. It was one of the city’s most tragic days. But what affected me even more, and still does as I write, was going to Union Square seeing it filled with candles, origami notes and grieving people.. There was not a sound. It was like walking into death. .Two pictures encapsulate the mood of the whole city: “We are not broken” and “We love you Louie. Come home.”