Sign up for our COVID-19 newsletter to stay up-to-date on the latest coronavirus news throughout New York By Nikki SternOn Thursday, Sept. 20, 2001, I took Shari with me to Pier 94, the assistance center set up for survivors of the World Trade Center attack. It was Yom Kippur. I was struck by the irony of considering atonement while processing colossal grief. I was there as a widow and as an observer of history, or so I told myself. I’d already figured out I could maybe cope by acting in part as a detached chronicler of events as they unfolded. Exhausted, drained and isolated in central New Jersey, I hadn’t fully filtered my private loss through the vastness of this public event. Spending 11 hours navigating the bureaucracy of disaster and recovery brought home not only the scale of the devastation but also the mind-boggling support effort underway in New York.Two hundred lawyers, some barely out of school, were spread across dozens of card tables to help victims’ families file affidavits, a tutorial in the challenges of declaring someone dead whose corpse has not been recovered. My assigned lawyer and I worked with a set of assumptions based on our car found abandoned at the train station, an established routine (he had planned to get to his office around 8:20) and the devastation wrought by a plane flying and exploding at the floor where his office was located). “Presumed Dead” was what we went with.That brought the ever-present question to the fore: What really had happened? I sought precise information from a Navy pilot, a NYC detective, and an FBI analyst. How much damage can a fully fueled 747 do when it smashes, nose first, into the side of a glass building? How quickly? What variables might affect the outcome? No, I don’t know where he was sitting or whether he was sitting or whether he was at his desk or in the men’s room. No, we didn’t talk that morning.My “investigation” gave me something to do. I was establishing the facts of Jim’s death. I decided it must have happened nearly instantly. I just couldn’t decide whether getting a call from him one more time made me lucky or unlucky. Didn’t really matter.We signed up for an excursion to the site. Looking back, I wonder that family members had insisted on visiting the devastated and potentially dangerous site and officials had agreed to arrange those visits. We were all trying to make sense of something that made no sense. And no one was saying no to the grieving survivors. Logistics were still in flux and the boats were delayed. As the minutes passed, my already short fuse ran out. I kicked a folding chair across the room, which skittered and collapsed with a bam! Heads swiveled. People actually gasped. I was rushed by aid workers speaking English and Spanish (“Cálmese,” or cool down, they said), but Shari—a friend and coworker—got to me first. “Grief is for here, anger is for home,” she whispered.At last we were led through a double line of soldiers in front of boxes that might have contained computers—or guns. Once aboard, police chaplains, counselors and grief dogs surrounded us. Steely-eyed men dressed in black and carrying fearsome-looking firearms faced out over the Hudson. The boat passed the quintessentially New York bluffs that make the Hudson River landscape so unique. If I squinted, I could just make out machine guns perched at the summit. Helicopters hovered protectively overhead. Motorboats circled our ferry, each containing grim-looking armed soldiers. A lovely day for a weapons-heavy water processional.We rounded the tip of the island of Manhattan and came upon a sight both alien and awful. Sunlight glinted off the smoldering ruins of what had been the World Trade Center. Smoke and ash and God knows what else colored the sky a sickly yellow.Welcome to Hell. Off the boat and onto a specially built platform, I expected to fall weeping to the ground, but detached and observant me was in charge. While family members wept softly behind me, clutching flowers and teddy bears, I spoke conversationally with the cleanup crews, asking smart questions about schedules and workloads, and machinery and debris. No one mentioned what that debris might have included. I gave myself time to look around. The terrible beauty of the site appeared as some terrifying piece of public art. I turned in a circle, trying to superimpose the before onto this ungodly after. Was this where I’d get off the subway to meet Jim? Was that where he worked? I knew he had been here, just as I knew he wasn’t here now. But where was he? In the charred park behind what had been the World Financial Center, family members laid down their wreaths and stuffed animals. I separated from the group, walked up the few steps that remained, and whispered, “You’re not here” and kicked at the stone. I repeated, sotto voce “You’re not here!” and kicked at the stone steps until I tore my shoe. A gentle hand restrained me. A kind and worried face appeared. Would I like to get back on the boat now? Turning around, I saw the other passengers already lined up to board, staring at me with a mix of pity and fear. The clinical me had failed to remember: Grief is for here; anger is for home.James Potorti’s name is forever etched into the National September 9/11 Memorial & Museum at the site of the fallen World Trade Center in Lower Manhattan. (Photo courtesy of Lea Lane)Nikki Stern is an author whose latest book is Hope in Small Doses. She is the former executive director of nonprofit Families of September 11. Her husband James Potorti was killed at the World Trade Center on 9/11/01. The couple lived on Long Island in the early ’90s; James “adored” Long Island, says Stern.
“The minister and the government completely ignored the multiple appeals that have been going on for weeks to help the tourism sector solve this problem, which caused a shock in the entire sector because these are technical changes that do not require any additional budget investments but only the good will of the administration. understands the needs of the economy ” The Croatian Employers’ Association and the Croatian Tourism Association point out in a joint statement. In the fall of 2018, the Croatian Employers’ Association and the Croatian Tourism Association welcomed the timely decision on quotas and their increase, emphasizing the importance of timely preparation for tourism 2019. Then they warned that importing foreign workers is only a short-term solution to labor shortages. how to implement this measure it is necessary to reduce administrative barriers in order for it to be effective. On the eve of the beginning of the main tourist season, the situation with the workforce is critical and the opening of certain tourist facilities as well as restaurants and cafes is endangered. “Unfortunately, now that the season of struggle for each guest is heating up, we are facing two key problems: quotas have been used up, which means that there is no one to work, regardless of the fact that workers from abroad have already arrived in Croatia. and the administrative implementation of the use of quotas are not efficient, and the processing of applications takes several weeks ” emphasize from HUT and HUP and add that the tourism sector lacks manpower and if possible the employment of local-domestic workers is always in the first place, but there is no availability and interest and are now in the throes of labor shortages and inability to import workers because of unemployed people who do not want to work in tourism. There are no local employees, and quotas for import of foreign workers have been used up and an urgent reaction of the Ministry of Labor and Pension System and the Government of the Republic of Croatia is needed, point out the Croatian Employers’ Association and the Croatian Tourism Association. there are no workers, which directly endangers the tourist season. The biggest loser in this case is the state because tourism accounts for 20 percent of GDP and the Croatian economy depends on the tourist season. “The fight for each guest ends if there is no staff to provide him with tourist service. As a result, the budget loses both revenue from employment and from services not provided. In the announcements of the season, we emphasized that the repetition of last year’s results should not be considered a failure, and Croatian tourism is now prevented from achieving those results. ” conclude from HUT and HUP. read more
The No. 5 USC men’s volleyball team split their weekend road trip, coming up with a loss at No. 2 UC Irvine and a win against UC San Diego.The Trojans (4-3, 3-3 Mountain Pacific Sports Federation) visited UC Irvine’s (7-2, 3-2) Bren Events Center on Friday night. The Anteaters took a 6-3 lead in the first set and never looked back, winning in four sets.“I’m not really sure where the slow starts come from, but nobody really had a good night, and [UCI] had an unbelievable night,” said senior outside hitter and co-captain Tony Ciarelli. “We kind of wait for the game to come to us, see how it feels, see how the other team does things. We’ve always been strong at the end of games because everyone on the team is so competitive, but we need to work on how we start.”The Anteater trio of opposite Carson Clark, outside hitter Jeremy Dejno and middle blocker Dan McDonnell served the Trojans tough all night. The Anteaters finished with a season-high eight aces — seven from Clark and one from McDonnell. The Trojan passers had trouble controlling the barrage of tough serves, leading to a more predictable and unsuccessful offense. USC finished the match with a .234 hitting percentage — -almost a full tenth lower than Irvine’s.“Clark and Dejno are two of the best servers in the league but McDonnell really killed us,” coach Bill Ferguson said. “Adding him to the serves from Dejno and Clark made it so that they had a great server every other rotation, and we just kept getting pelted all night.”The Anteaters keyed on Ciarelli all night. The Trojans’ season kill leader had a team-high 14 kills but was held to an inefficient .105 rate.“At times it looked like there were six guys on him,” Ferguson laughed. “But he had all three front row blockers on him lots of times. Because he was forced to hit so many high-balls, he was up against a solid block and was asked to do something near impossible in trying to score against that kind of defense.”At UCSD, the Trojans ramped up their focus and won in a three-set sweep. Behind strong blocking and good ball control, the Trojans regained their composure.“Our team responded great,” Ferguson said. “We learned from our experience last night [at UCI] and then moved on. I was very proud of how we bounced back last night.”Redshirt sophomore opposite Tanner Jansen finished with a team-high 14 kills and finished with a .417 rate. Redshirt junior Jeff Carlson replaced Jansen at opposite at UCI after one set, but Jansen started against UCSD and played the whole match.Carlson’s play as the fiery do-it-all solution off the bench proved to be valuable in both matches.“I just wanted to come in to the game against UCI and bring some fire,” Carlson said. “I just want to do whatever I can to help the team. It doesn’t matter if it’s opposite or outside hitter. I just enjoy being on the court.” read more