Prior to this moment, I lived in a normal world.
At the time when this frame froze in some photographer's cam, we didn't know this was an attack - it was an accident up and until the second plane crashed.
On the 11th of September 2001, I was in a meeting with a customer, presenting their new website for the marketing director. It was just after luch, European time.
We had almost finished the walkthrough of the publishing system when the CEO came running in, telling us that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. These guys are computer security people, and more or less constant online with the US, so he got the news the minute it happened.
We tried to hit the CNN website, but it was impossible to load - everybody did the same, I guess. In my mind I had a picture of a small Cessna accidentally crashing, so I was more interested in finishing my presentation, to tell you the truth. So we kept on going.
Then the second plane came, and we understood that something out of the ordinary had happened. I don't remember now how I felt, but it surely was a feeling of the Old Order; whatever hit us, we would manage.
I packed down my laptop and biked home in the clear September sunlight, hungry for news. When I came home, I switched on the TV looking for CNN - and found BBC World.
The horror unfolded and with it the fear came; we didn't know at that point where it all would end. What would be next? Nukes? How many planes were there?
Some people never got past this moment, and are still stuck in September 2001...
My first thought, in addition to horror and fear, was that this was the most successful terrorist attack ever. Not only because of the magnitude, but also because of the timing. The first plane brought us to the TV, so that the second plane could send us all over the edge.
Back then, my Bush-o-meter was at defcon 3, I didn't know him too well and thought him just another American president. Sure, he'd come to power in an extraordinary fashion, but then the Americans had seemingly accepted this, so why would I question it?
My heart went out to all of you, and to him as well, and I stayed up most of the night watching the developments on BBC.
The next day, reactions became pouring in; every person in every country put the political bickering aside and reached out to the US.
As a French paper wrote; today we are all Americans.
I even saw a makeshift support demo in Teheran; a woman with a hijab (but also lipstick and mascara) with a homemade US flag and some candles.
In our country, we'd held elections the day before, and I remember a photo of our national politicians watching the news, their faces sombre, but determined.
And then Bush kicked into action, and everything changed.
Today it's impossible to grieve properly for the people who died on this day, I can only see Bush. And the event that cemented his coup 'd etat, moulding it into our way of being by extracting every ounce of political juice from it.
He, for sure, doesn't grieve for the victims.
But I can think of them as ordinary people, working or standing by the coffe machine or flirting with the girl at the reception desk - an ordinary day at the office. I can identify with that ;-)
Did they have plans for lunch? Something extra nice to eat, perhaps? What was their plans for the evening, the weekend or next summer?
This is how I think of them; as innocents. They didn't know what happened, only that it was devastating and horrifying.
They were the last innocent people to die, and they were spared seeing how their names was used for political purposes by the people that has destroyed America.
A big :hug: on each cheek from me to every American today. :-)