I remember that day so well....
was visiting a customer just in the next city, about 12 km away. A good customer; had lots to do.
When I had done this job I felt lazy and hungry and tired and as I was not far away I drove home for a break. Turned on the radio immediately and in this very minute the first plane crashed in. I thought of NY in September: lovely blue skies and crispy fresh air with a slight taste of Fall - and that it is no wonder that this has not happend before. I thought it was an accident! It was said it was a small plane. I started preparing a small meal. The girl on the radio suddenly started screaming, became hysteric and said the other tower was hit as well.....I turned on the TV and stayed there for about 7 or 8 hours. You all know what followed. I just sat there staring into my small TV in disbelieve. It was already early afternoon in Europe then - I never returned back to work that day! The TV people on all channels did an amazing job, untill complete exhaustment...
I thought about a friend I once had living in East 15th St. and how I was walking so often through Manhattan...
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