september 11 outside of the U.S.
i have never been out of the country on september 11 but here i am sitting in moscow and the day is moving along routinely. there are no newspaper sprawls with the picture of the empty space where the world trade center used to be or people selling hats with the date and american flag on them. it’s different and strange.
i, like most all americans, remember exactly what i was doing and where i was on september 11, 2001. i heard mumblings in the car on the way to my freshman year of high school. i recall sitting in honors english (i know, impressive) that something strange happened and why on earth would one plane and then another plane be crashing into buildings. after a few more class periods, i made it to french class and we turned on the news and all sat in horrified silence. it was deafening.
and now here i sit in a russian cafe, over indulging in almond croissants and coffee, appreciating the freedom and sacrifice from others that allows me to do this and travel so freely.
the new wifestyle: it’s important to acknowledge the past but not stay there.
question: where were you on september 11, 2001 when you heard the news of the terrorist attacks?