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Where I was at 09/11
I was laying on my bed over here in Germany, half asleep, and listened to the radio with one ear. A message came, an airplane had hit the WTC. I thought of a little one-prop Piper and kept on dozing. Then another message came, "We now have received reports that a second airplane has hit the WTC. We haven't any details yet." I became wide awake. This can't be a little accident I thought, and turned on the tv. One channel had live pictures of the WTC and I saw the flames and the smoke at the upper third of the buildings. At that moment, and what seemed to be for a long time following, nobody knew what really had happened. The tv moderators only could helplessly speculate about what had happened, and about what's going on. I was paralyzed, couldn't move away from the tv and the normal everyday things were gone. There only was THAT. Those live pictures. Then there was this huge cloud of grey dust developing, and the tv moderators became silent for a moment, only stuttering repeatedly something like "That doesn't look good...". It took about ten minutes or so until I and the tv people realized, and stated, that one of the towers had gone down. Although it was to be seen, I couldn't accept it, because I still held it for impossible that this could ever happen. Then the other one went down also.
That day was like a gap between other days. It was a state of exception, a state of emergency. I hardly ate, had a sort of tremor running within my entire body. And still, ever and ever again, the phrase "This is impossible".
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Every year since then, at or around 09/11 the tv shows documentaries about it. I heard narratives about loss, luckily rescues, new bonds between people, remembering, love, courage, heroes and guardian angels. Yesterday on tv I've heard a woman, she lost her friend/partner, his name was Harry as far as I remember, saying that he was the most loveable and special person of the world. And then, under tears: "I will never meet a Harry again." This was such touching. She expressed with this few words such a love and such a sadness of him being gone, and the uniqueness of every person, and the uniqueness of her relationship with him.
May everyone who has lost a loved one find relief, and may this website provide a little help to ease this pain.
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When I wrote the above chapter down on paper in a park, I was near to start crying. Then a woman with a little girl, maybe 3 or 4 years old, came around. The little girl was sitting on a very little bicycle, with no pedals but a low seat, so that she could have her feet on the ground, it had no additional wheels, very good for learning to balance on a bicycle I thought. The path was going downhill, and the little girl noticed it, her bicycle had no breaks, and she managed it to break with her feet, then the last part of the path she let her bike run down freely, fast for such a little girl. The woman (her mother I guess) didn't give her any advice. How cute this was.
Then, I kept on writing, and my eyes were wet of tears, another little girl came around, older, about 10 years, also on a bicycle, which was a bit too big for her, and she talked to me out of the blue, I was concerned that she would notice my wet eyes and that she would get worried then, but she didn't. She told me she would not drive down this path, because it would get much too fast. She would instead walk. And so she did.
Why I tell this? These little girls, the older one even talking to me, a stranger, they made my day. This was so overwhelming to see these nice girls discovering happily the joy of biking, enjoying life. How beautiful.
Spooky
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