The end of a chapter

hmm i found out that i still can party... i went out yesterday and it turned out to be a long and fun night. drank and danced a lot.
our american guest, the wandering philosopher and professional vagabond, will leave us tomorrow after staying here in our apartment for more than two weeks. i think we have become something like friends and it's good to know that i'd have a place to stay in the usa if i needed one.
there's another thing that's gonna change here soon: one of my flatmates, who has lived in this apartment for about 4 years or more, is moving out this weekend, and next week the new one will be here. and, surprise... it's a girl! I'm still a bit sceptic if this is going to work well with us. i'll see... i'll be through everything then: living alone, with two men, with a man and a woman, and with women only.

Pics/Part thirteen

What I did on September 11th 2001

in the morning of september the 11th, five years ago, i'm sitting with my friend in a big american car, driving with my host e. to new york city where e. has to go to work and where we girls going to get dropped off at the apartment at 55th street.
a few days earlier, e. had taken us to an outdoor wedding in vermont, where we had also spent the night. the next day we had been back in new jersey at e.'s place to stay there for another night. early in the morning she had waken us up to take us to new york again.
and now we're on our way to go back and i'm very tired because i'm not used to getting up so early. it takes us about 45 minutes-1 hour to drive from new jersey to ny city. we're on the highway, the sun just rose, the sky is clear and blue. new york looms in the distance and we take some shots from the skyline out of the window of the car. it must be about 7 o'clock, 8 o'clock at the latest.
some time later my friend and i are back in our apartment in manhattan, three blocks below the central park, and have decided to go downtown to see the world trade center, some tourists stuff. it's not a real plan yet, just an idea. before we go, i want to lay down for a while; my friend takes a shower in the old bathroom, which you can only enter after going through the bedroom that i use. then the phone rings, and i go answer it. it's my friend's mom, who wants to talk to her daughter and sounds a bit worried. she tells us to turn on the tv; apparently a plane accident had happend in ny city. so we turn on the tv and see one of the twin towers burning, the plane had just hit the building. we both don't think of anything else than this being an accident. until my friend calls from over there in front of the tv (i'm in the bathroom now). the second plane hits the second building. i can't believe it. i'm shocked and fascinated at the same time.
the only person who can call us on this day is e., who advises us not to leave the house (we do that though later and walk down to the times square, where people, shocked, watch the big tv screen). talking to our families in europe is impossible for a long time since the telephone network is totally broken down.
the next days in new york city are about savity and cops, missing search, heroes, patriotism, smoke in the air, the citizens of new york city, revenge.
right now it seems unreal to me that i was there when it happened but obviously i was, and that was what i did on september 11th.

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