A Rare View of 9/11, Overlooked


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By Meter-reader on Sunday, September 7, 2003 - 05:47 pm:

    A Rare View of 9/11, Overlooked

    September 7, 2003
    By JAMES GLANZ






    They did not even see the pale fleck of the airplane streak
    across the corner of the video camera's field of view at
    8:46 a.m.. But the camera, pointed at the twin towers from
    the passenger seat of an S.U.V. on the Brooklyn side of the
    Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel, kept rolling when the plane
    disappeared for an instant and then a silent, billowing
    cloud of smoke and dust slowly emerged from the north
    tower, as if it had sprung a mysterious kind of leak.

    The S.U.V., carrying an immigrant worker from the Czech
    Republic who was making a video postcard to send home, then
    entered the mouth of the tunnel and emerged, to the shock
    of the men inside, nearly at the foot of the now burning
    tower.

    The camera, pointed upward, zoomed in and out, and then,
    with a roar in the background that built to a piercing
    screech, it locked on the terrifying image of the second
    plane as it soared, like some awful bird of prey, almost
    straight overhead, banking steeply, and blasted into the
    south tower.

    It was not until almost two weeks later that the worker,
    Pavel Hlava, even realized that he had captured the first
    plane on video. Even then, Mr. Hlava, who speaks almost no
    English, did not realize that he had some of the rarest
    footage collected of the World Trade Center disaster. His
    is the only videotape known to have recorded both plane
    impacts, and only the second image of any kind showing the
    first strike.

    The tape - a kind of accidentally haunting artifact - has
    surfaced publicly only now, on the eve of the second
    anniversary of the attacks, after following the most
    tortuous and improbable of paths, from an insular circle of
    Czech-American working-class friends and drinking buddies.

    At one point, a friend of Mr. Hlava's wife traded a copy
    of the tape to another Czech immigrant for a bar tab at a
    pub in Ridgewood, Queens. Mr. Hlava and his brother, Josef,
    who was also in the S.U.V. on Sept. 11, tried at various
    times to sell the tape, both in New York and in the Czech
    Republic. But with little sophistication about the news
    media and no understanding of the tape's significance, the
    brothers had no success.

    Eventually, a woman happened to learn of the tape from the
    pub deal at a school where one of the Czech immigrants was
    studying English. She brought it to the attention of a
    freelance news photographer who doubled as her ballroom
    dancing partner, and that man, Walter Karling, brought the
    tape to The New York Times.

    For all the tape's imperfections - the first plane is seen
    distantly, and Mr. Hlava's hand is understandably far from
    steady at many points during the hourlong record - federal
    investigators who are studying the collapse of the towers
    say that they are now attempting to obtain a copy for the
    data it may contain. A lack of information on the first
    strike, for example, has posed a major challenge to
    engineers trying to understand exactly why the north tower
    crumbled. The tape could, for example, help investigators
    pin down the precise speed at which the first plane was
    moving when it struck the tower.

    In an interview on Thursday, Mr. Hlava said through a
    translator - David Melichar, who with Mr. Karling now
    describes himself as Mr. Hlava's agent - that the language
    barrier had much to do with why no one beyond his family
    and friends had seen the tape. Finally, Mr. Hlava said, so
    much time had passed that he doubted anyone would still be
    interested.

    "All his friends, they told him, `Hey, you made a mistake.
    You waited too long.' '` Mr. Melichar said.

    Mr. Melichar also made it clear that the driver of the
    S.U.V., a Ford Explorer, had strong objections to releasing
    the tape. And because the driver, a Russian native named
    Mike Cohen, is Mr. Hlava's boss on his construction job,
    that wish carried a certain weight.

    "Three thousand people died in that place," Mr. Cohen said
    when reached on his cell phone on Friday. "I told him the
    day he's gonna sell that film, he's not gonna work for me
    anymore." The New York Times had not paid for the tape, and
    it had not been sold to any television station, Mr. Karling
    said on Saturday morning.

    In the weeks and months after the attack, the tape bounced
    around in Mr. Hlava's apartment in Ridgewood. Once, he
    found it in his daughter's closet, Mr. Hlava said; another
    time, in a drawer in his living room table.

    On one occasion he noticed that his son was playing with
    the video camera and erasing the tape. Mr. Hlava snatched
    the camera away before either of the plane impacts had been
    wiped away.

    On the morning of Sept. 11, Mr. Cohen was driving with Mr.
    Hlava, who was in the passenger seat, to a job site in
    Pennsylvania. Normally he would have driven around
    Manhattan. But Mr. Hlava's brother Josef had just arrived
    from the Czech Republic and was coming along on the trip to
    Pennsylvania. So, Mr. Cohen recalled, Mr. Hlava asked him
    if he would drive past the twin towers instead - Josef had
    never seen them up close.

    Mr. Cohen had no objection, and he headed for the
    Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel. As they drove, he listened to talk
    radio in English and spoke to the Hlava brothers in
    Russian, which they understood by virtue of having grown up
    in a country that was part of the Eastern Bloc. As the
    brothers spoke to each other in Czech, occasional one- or
    two-word exchanges in English also punctuated the
    conversation.

    Pavel Hlava also decided to try out a new Sony videocamera
    by recording everything he could see on this trip -
    traffic, billboards, the cityscape - and sending it back to
    his family in Europe. So, as the S.U.V. drove beneath the
    Gowanus Expressway toward the tunnel entrance, he zoomed in
    on the twin towers, which rose up beyond the other side of
    the East River, northwest of him.

    "Now they are beautifully visible," Mr. Hlava narrated in
    the manner of home movies. "Do you see that? The two
    tallest buildings in New York: 411 meters."

    Several officials at the Czech Center in Manhattan, who
    listened to the tape and translated portions, said that Mr.
    Hlava's accent was heavy with the cadences of a depressed
    mining region centered on a town called Ostrava in the
    Czech Republic. Mr. Hlava said he spent many years working
    the mines near Ostrava before losing his job and coming to
    the United States in 1999.

    The S.U.V. continued toward the tunnel. The electronic
    signs over the toll booths flashed messages to commuters:
    "SCHOOL'S OPEN; DRIVE CAREFULLY" and "SEP 11, 2001; 8:45
    A.M." Panning left, above the buses and delivery trucks and
    cars in the toll plaza, Mr. Hlava zoomed in on a poster for
    the Arnold Schwarzenegger film <object.title class="Movie"
    idsrc="nyt_ttl" value="253766">"Collateral
    Damage."</object.title> A big yawn, presumably by Mr.
    Hlava, punctuated the tape. Then he panned to the right.

    There were the twin towers again, geometric shapes in
    whites and pale blues against the slightly deeper blue of
    the sky. The tops of the towers stuck up above a white
    railing in the foreground, the south tower closest, the
    north tower with its television antenna behind.

    Mr. Hlava would remember that as he zoomed in at that
    moment, he was looking at the camera's relatively
    low-resolution LCD display, not through the viewfinder. He
    did not see the whitish object move nearly parallel to the
    top of the railing, toward the towers. His camera was
    jostling around slightly as the object went behind the
    northeast corner of the north tower.

    What looked at first like a sort of avalanche of dust
    spurting from the tower's side, then a silvery, expanding
    cloud, appeared in the image, growing until its upper edge
    reached high above the top of the tower.

    American Airlines Flight 11 had struck the north tower, but
    seemingly no one at the toll plaza had noticed. The traffic
    crept forward toward the tunnel entrance. Mr. Hlava kept
    the camera on.

    Inside the tunnel, Mr. Cohen heard a radio report that a
    small private plane had hit the World Trade Center. He
    warned the Hlava brothers that traffic could slow down,
    since the towers were straight ahead outside the tunnel.

    But when they came into the sunlight, the north tower,
    looming hugely above them, was bursting with flames, like a
    giant candlestick. `Stop, stop, Mike!' one of the brothers
    shouted in English. `Oh my God! Oh my God!' another
    exclaimed. `Stop, Mike,' the first said again.

    They stopped and got out of the S.U.V. Mr. Hlava could not
    absorb what he was seeing. He gamely tried to continue with
    his video postcard.

    "A short while ago we were camera-ing the twins and they
    were cool," he said in Czech. "And now they're on fire."

    For some reason, Mr. Hlava turned the camera sideways, so
    in the videotape, the towers appeared to be horizontal. He
    turned it back.

    Next there was the shrieking crescendo of a jet approaching
    from behind them. The volume of the noise was terrifying,
    Mr. Hlava later said.The dark shape of the plane shot into
    view, its right side tilted up so high that the wings
    seemed to be almost vertical.

    The plane dove into the belly of the south tower, an orange
    fireball burst forth, and papers flew in every direction,
    fluttering through the air. What looked almost like a dual
    mushroom cloud crept up a corner of the tower.

    People were heard screaming on the street. Car alarms went
    off, like demons released from the earth.

    "Mike!" Mr. Hlava shouted. "I got it on tape!"

    Someone
    else, possibly Josef, shouted: "It's an attack, brother.
    That's not normal."

    After a few moments, the reply was "Let's leave or
    something else will happen, dude."

    For a few minutes the brothers looked around for the plane,
    which seemed to have simply disappeared. In the confusion
    of the moment, Josef Hlava said he thought that it must
    have shot through and fallen to the ground.

    Equally confused, Mr. Cohen offered the theory, in Russian,
    that the first plane knocked out crucial communications by
    disabling the big antenna on top of the north tower; that,
    he said, left other planes without guidance and one of them
    had wandered into the south tower accidentally.

    In spite of all the chaos, Mr. Hlava still recognized, on
    some level at least, that he had created an irreplaceable
    record. "I hope no one takes my camera," he said at one
    point.

    By the time police officers had directed the S.U.V. in a
    wide circle, first to the western edge of the island, then
    around its southern tip and northward again on F.D.R. Drive
    along the East River, Mr. Hlava had regained some of his
    composure and tried to continue with what had become,
    perhaps, the strangest and most tragic video postcard of
    all time.

    "Right now I'm under the Brooklyn Bridge and I'm taping,"
    he said as they drove north, still very close to the
    burning twin towers. "After the Brooklyn Bridge," he said,
    panning backward toward the flames, "comes the
    catastrophe."

    Soon thereafter, his camera was again rolling as the south
    tower tilted to one side and then fell amid heavy, black
    smoke. "Mike!" Mr. Hlava shouted again. "Stop! Stop! Stop!
    Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

    "It's falling down!" he said in Czech. Then he shouted in
    English, "Downstairs, downstairs building," apparently
    meaning that it had fallen.

    They drove on to Pennsylvania.


    http://www.nytimes.com/2003/09/07/nyregion/07TAPE.html?ex=1063873674&ei=1&en=c337738a5571228f


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