nine eleven

I recorded it in my mind. Some minutes before 15.00 Amsterdam time I came home, turned on the radio and heard that a plane crashed into one of the twin towers. I turned on the TV screen, CNN, and saw the second plane fly into the other sky scraper. I was flabbergasted and knew that it must be an assault.

Yesterday I read through my written diaries and only a couple of day's after the attacks found some words referring to it.
First I compared it with the deaths in wars, later with tragic natural disasters like the Tsunami and the lack of a warning system. And now, 10 years later, I feel the pain of the victims in the towers again. When I saw in the second tower a person waving from a window to draw attention and another person (light trouser, dark shirt and hair-colour) trying to get out but then going in again, I couldn't avoid to cry.

In my country there are more and more measures to guarantee safety.
Yesterday a big helicopter patrolled or searched above the motorway and my neighborhood.
And we never hear the reason why that helicopter flew there simply it made to much noise.


I wonder can't humans be chipped like cats and dogs. Then you know anything about them just by one scan.