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though during his performance some boys were playing on his wire and Philippe fell The judge sentenced him to perform in the park for the children of the city. When he felt completely satisfied, he walked back to the roof and held out his wrists for the handcuffs.As long as he stayed on the wire he was free. For almost an hour, back and forth, he walked, danced, ran, and knelt in a salute upon the wire.Philippe turned and walked the other way.

“ You’re under arrest!” they shouted through bullhorns.

Officers rushed to the roofs of the towers.

A quarter of a mile up in the sky someone was dancing. “ Look! Someone walking on a wire between the towers!” A woman coming from the subway might have been the first to see him.He felt alone and happy and absolutely free. Many winds whirled up from between the towers, and he swayed with them. Out to the very middle he walked, as if he were walking on the air itself.As the rising sun lit up the towers, out he stepped onto the wire.All his life he had worked to be here to do this. He picked up his twenty-eight-foot balancing pole. Philippe put on his black shirt and tights.It was past dawn before they were ready.Frantically, as the stars faded, they tightened it between the towers.It took three hours to pull the cable back up.pulling the friends on the other tower to the very edge.The cable’s middle plummeted toward the street. His friends pulled the cable over to their tower but it was so heavy that it slipped from Philippe’s grip.

To his end of the stronger line, Philippe tied the cable on which he would walk.To its line he tied a stronger line, which his friends pulled back to their tower.He crawled down to the ledge, over the sparkling city, and got the arrow.It missed, and landed on a ledge fifteen feet below the roof.At midnight, on the other tower’s roof, two more friends tied a thin, strong line to an arrow and shot it across to Philippe, one hundred and forty feet away.Then they carried everything up one hundred and eighty stairs to the roof.cable Early on an August evening he and a friend entered the south tower.

They got a four-hundred-and-forty-pound reel of cable and other equipment into the elevator, took it to the unfinished top ten floors, and waited till nightfall when everyone had gone.

Maybe if I dressed as a construction worker. The buildings are not quite finished, he thought.

And so Philippe - that was the young man’s name - began a plan to do it secretly.

Of course he knew that, as in Paris, the police and the owners of the towers would never allow it.

Hadn’t he danced on a wire between the steeples of Notre Dame Cathedral above his amazed home city, Paris? Why not here, between these towers? steeples.

If he saw two towers, he had to walk! That’s how he was. Once the idea came to him he knew he had to do it! If he saw three balls he had to juggle.

He looked not at the towers but at the space between them and thought, what a wonderful place to stretch a rope a wire on which to walk.

But most of all he loved to walk and dance on a rope he tied between two trees.

A young man saw them rise into the sky.

They were each a quarter of a mile high one thousand three hundred and forty feet.

Once there were two towers side by side.