At 6:30 a.m. on September 12th, 2001, in the rubble of Ground Zero, I saw a fireman sitting alone, looking into the distance with an unfocused gaze. This was a look I had seen before in war zones around the world, when someone’s life compass has been shaken so profoundly that all sense of direction has become confused. They call it the thousand-yard stare. As I made several photographs of this man he looked right through me, oblivious to my presence.
Eine wunderbare, bewegende Geschichte. Ein Foto kann so viel wert sein, so viel ausdrücken, so viel erzählen, so viel bedeuten.