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COPYRIGHT 2002 All rights reserved. Reproduced by permission of The Condé Nast Publications Inc.
Last Wednesday morning, one year to the hour after American Airlines Flight 11 rammed into the north tower of the World Trade Center, Rudolph Giuliani hunched over a lectern at Ground Zero and began reading the names of the dead in the tolling cadence of a funeral bell: "Gordon M. Aamoth, Jr. . . . Edelmiro Abad . . . Maria Rose Abad . . . Andrew Anthony Abate . . ." For ten minutes the "A"s went on, and the variation of nationality in that memorial list was all-embracing. Men and women from everywhere, it seemed, had made their way to New York, only to become victims of history's worst terrorist atrocity. Two and a half hours later came the conclusion: "Prokopios Paul Zois . . . Joseph J. Zuccala . . . Andrew S. Zucker . . . Igor Zukelman." Two thousand eight hundred and one names, ending with Mr. Zukelman, an immigrant from Ukraine, who had worked as a computer technician on the ninety-seventh floor of the north tower. At the site, the wind whipped up the dust, and a bugler played "Taps." The next morning, President Bush...
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