This work is about picturing memories, framed within free-ranging conversations between the filmmaker and visual artist Jose Bach, Polish child of the holocaust. Riveting tales of events from the ghetto and worse are sparked as he witnessed the planes hit the World Trade Center from his kitchen window in Ground Zero. Jose recalls other times, other windows…like the bombing of the Polish airport that triggered the start of WWII. Curiously Jose was in his mother’s belly that day, and so stories told always in the shadow of 911 cut through multiple veils of memory. Most are his own, some internalized from his mother’s telling, some in the collective memory, and some from films he consumed voraciously from the time the war ended.