I’m Dutch and, I’m 21 now, and was probably about 9 when the planes caused all this devastation. I remember playing Age of Empires II on my computer when all of a sudden the doorbell rang. My best friend at the time, Loek, told me that something had happened in the U.S. and me being 9, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation just went back upstairs to my game.

That was until I heared the commotion my parents were making downstairs. They were both shocked. I remember discussing it at primary school the next day, everybody was talking about it.
And a classmate had actually visited one of the towers as a tourist in the previous year.

I also remember it very vividly because the next morning, or maybe a few days later, the story broke about United Flight 93, and it was the first time I ever saw my father cry, whom I assure you, is not what you call a crying-man.