September 11th, 2001. Just like any other day. Due to the time shift I just got home from school, turned on the telly but didn’t really pay attention, because I was on the computer chatting with strangers about nonsense.
Suddenly the normal TV programme was interrupted by the news jingle of RTL, the channel I was watching. I remember that it felt odd to me that they would bring the news now so I watched. They the anchorman said a plane hit one of the WTC towers and they even showed it yet I didn’t get it. At all. I remember it as clear as day – I simply did not get it. How is that possible? How can anyone be so retarded to accidentially hit a building as high as this? It didn’t even occuer to my 14yr old self that this could be done on purpose. But that was what the anchorman said on the telly. He said it is possible that this was an attack. Once again, my 14yr old self didn’t get that. How can this be an attack?! You can’t attack something with a plane! Like – at all! And then the second plane hit the building…I still didn’t get it. And then, what felt like only minutes later, the towers collapsed. I never went to sleep that night and failed in my chemistry test the next day. Having been to Ground Zero for three times now and having met a woman and two children who lost their husband and father that day, I STILL don’t really get it. But coming to NY kind of helps me, simply because this is like the only place in the world where people still care about the victims and not the political consequences of 9/11. New York, I love you, see you in November.