September 11th, A story

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I was getting out of the bathroom we all shared in a New York boarding school
when I heard, “You saw that?!!”….”You fucking saw that?!!” A kid in the t.v
room area was yelling.
Then, literally sent to a freaking bunker under a farm, most of the kids there
where from the five boroughs of New York city. By the way, Manhattan scared
the shit out of me. It was black Friday one day, I go from Queens to Manhattan
in the underground train, I got to Manhattan, how I made it I don´t know
didn´t even know it was the famous black Friday (bad friends), so that would be
in November pretty much a year earlier than 9-11,I step out of the train station
and I´m swarmed by an avalanche of humanity, me thinking ” What the hell is this?”
A young kid I was and scared, to see not only the city but too many
people in one area. Those people,some of them probably died in 9/11 like the relatives
of the other kids I was with in the boarding school. I didn´t even realize
on 9/11 that five days later was my birthday. All the kids calling or trying to receive
calls from relatives but nothing, no communication that day at least. Nobody knew nothing,
my mother later told me that she tried to call and call to the school and nothing.

The moral of the story: Do you remember that day or is just a dream? And with all this
shit going on with Covid I do believe we´ll survive although as tough it is when you
see like on 9/11 people dropping like flies. God bless them. But those who are not dead
we can carry on. Sounds selfish or at the very least detached,(don´t know what´s worst) but it pulls you up,
to be a bit selfish and detached. For me at least, if I´m not I can´t function.
What a freaking story came to mind. I even forgot I was in New York for some years, just came to me.
So now you have to read it and take whatever you want out of it.

2 comments

    1. Never forget, that was my point that you said it in two powerful words.
      Thanks for reading by the way, I know some things about people, but you truly are a good not perfect, but good woman. I do very much appreciate when you comment and I also know you have your life which it seems is to give for others. That not only I appreciate but I admire.

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