Before 9/11/2001, I was hoping for something to happen on the 12/31/1999, something interesting. Of course, nothing happened.
Forward to 9/11/2001. I went through two months of night shift work in the security, something like 15 hours a day for five days by night. It was very difficult and it messed up my sleep schedule for the years to come. Four days earlier, my boss told me that I had to grab my paycheck from his office, in a lost city in the north of Paris, something like Saint-Leu La Foret.
This day, I left my home to run to the train station at 1:00PM. Then I found that it was indeed in the middle of NOWHERE! Saint-Leu La Foret was a craphole lost somewhere in the nostril of France, my boss’ desk was very far, somewhere in the industrial distrinct of Saint-Leu, where there was no freaking bus. Cue a long walk of two hours to reach the office, knowing that I had left my home two hours ago. Then I reached the desk and nobody was here. I called my boss on his mobile phone from a phone booth that was stuck in the middle of that industrial district for whatever reason. I had to wait one more hour before he came back to his office.
Finally, he was here and gave me my pay. It was not a check, instead it was 7000 francs, in money paper. Something I should better hide quick in my bag.
Cue another TWO HOURS walk back to the train station, THIRTY MINUTES waiting for the train to come. Then I decided to turn on my walkman, the old school one with tape and radio tuner. I tuned to my favorite station to enjoy some good old rock music. Then I heard the journalist talking about something about NYC. I did think it was some kind of prank, something they usually do.
The train came and on my way back to Paris, I gazed over the french landscape from the window of the train, while listening a tape where I recorded some X Japan. Back in the station that would bring me back home, I listened the radio again, there was still some of these rather worrying news. To myself, I thought, “It must be something really serious.”, the quality of reception of the radio was crappy, so it was kinda jammed.
Back in my hometown, I walked, having run after the bus way too late. Then I finally reached my home, my youngest brother and youngest sister rushed up to me and told me, “Brother! Brother! There were two planes that crashed over NYC!”
Then I stared at the black & white old computer monitor that served us as TV after our old TV died on us one year earlier.
This was how serious the events reported by my radio were.
A lot of people from 9 to 70+ (on 2001) remembers what they did on the 9/11/2001.
This is what I did on that day.
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