The World Trade Center, the Poitevin Pierre Fournel knows well. It was in tower number 2 that he had his office. This insurer from Bonneuil-Matours, in Vienne, was working between Paris and New York at the time. He’s in Manhattan September 11th. But that morning, he decides to stay a little longer at home to enjoy friends who arrived the day before. “I stayed for lunch with them. It is while going to work by bike that I see the two towers in flames at the bend of a bend.”
Pierre Fournel takes stock of events. “Lots of stuck cars, I tell myself, it’s not an accident, something must have happened intentionally. And very quickly, in the crowd, drivers start talking about two planes that have crashed into the skyscrapers “.
The insurer quickly thinks of his other colleagues who might be there. They are on the 24th floor. Very quickly, he learns that they were all able to leave the building before the building collapsed. A relief in the heart of the stupor that gripped Big Apple in the hours that followed. “The next morning the city was dead” remembers the insurer.
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