…nine years and a day after.
I remember coming out of the Lundbybadet/Rambergsvallen gym here, on Hisingen, Gothenburg, Sweden. I had been lifting weights. Tired and showered. I switched on my phone, a Siemens S35i only to find a text beep in.
It was from my sister. It read:
Have you seen on television about World Trade Center? [my translation]
I hadn’t. I thought it was a show about architecture or something.
I got on the tram. I got home. Made some food then turned on the TV.
It was not a show about architecture.
If I remember correctly, the second plane hadn’t hit; the second tower hadn’t been hit. I saw that live. Can’t really remember what I felt. Numb from distress? Something like that.
Over the following days, weeks and months (maybe even years), we were on a daily basis fed with these disturbing images, making us, or at least me, more and more numb (and not numb from distress instead, the other, cynical, kind.)
Today I almost feel ashamed to say it but, I remember at some pint during all this feeling; being of the opinion, that they would/should just stop broadcasting about it. “We know! Let’s move on!”.
It was the numbness talking.
Must have been.
Two days ago I saw that image of the second plane hitting; the second building being hit, once again. Hadn’t seen it in years. The plane coming in at high speed, banking slightly then just disappearing into the building.
For the first time, whilst seeing it, I really felt something; something real. The image was so disturbing. The feeling was despair. Not for me, for everyone involved.
It’s a strange thing how, or when distance can make you feel more; feel at all.
It says something about the impact the event had. Certainly on me, perhaps on the whole world.
A thing so strong you don’t allow yourself to feel.
I truly hope we never have to experience something like that again.