Strangely enough, the only thing that
was my preoccupation was to...
...to clean my lens.
I don't know if it was
to focus on something
so I can stay away
from the horror of the reality,
but it was my obsession,
my lens needs to be cleaned.
Jules was with Chief Pfeifer,
who was plotting his next move.
The firefighters from my house
had reached the lobby and scattered.

We were walking. We were
out of the building. We felt safe.
There were people jumping out of
windows, hitting the ground around you,
debris hitting the ground.
I thought we was going
to get out the building,
the chiefs will meet up and come up
with a plan and then we go back in.
That's what I thought it would be like.
Before I walked out, a fireman
in the street was yelling at me,
"Wait, wait", throwing up his hands.
I waited and there was
a big thud and then another thud.
There was two people who had fallen
or jumped from way high up.
Get yourself accounted for at staging!
Let's move! Come on, officers!
Basically, everybody was standing
right in the shadow of Tower One.
It was 10.28 in the morning.
And then comes that sound again.