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Un évènement

Voilà c’est une exercice j’avais faire dans ma classe de français. Soyez généreux, mes amis! 


La météo était presque parfaite; on le remarque encore aujourd’hui: le ciel azur, pas de nuage, une légère brise, la température parfaite. L’automne a commencé et c’est la saison préférée à New York City. C’était le jour d’élection et j’avais aussi un rendez-vous a 8h30 au bureau, donc je m’étais réveillé très tôt. J’habitais à la 93ieme rue, alors j’avais besoin d'utiliser le métro à l’heure de pointe pour d’aller à mon bureau à la 50ieme rue. En été, les métros de New-York sont comme un four; toujours 10 degrés plus chauds que l’air ambiant dehors, mais même eux étaient agréables ce jour-là.

Je suis allé directement au bureau privé de ma collègue parce que le rendez-vous avec Londres avait commencé. Apres 15 minutes une autre collègue nous a interrompu. «Qu’est-ce qui s’est passé?» mais elle est partie. Mon bureau était situé plein sud et j’avais une bonne vue des tours jumelles. Il y avait beaucoup de fumé mais on pourrait voir l’avion dans la deuxième Tour.

Notre travail a été annulé ce jour-là et pour quelques jours après. Quand je suis retourné á mon bureau, j’ai commencé à pleurer quand j’ai observé la vue vide. Je suis revenu directement chez moi. Ce jour de septembre est un jour qui a changé la vie de chaque new-yorkais.

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