13th September, 2001
I was driving along the Rhein Gorge, stopping at the occasional Schloss
to take a photograph, and at the occasional cafe for Kaffee und
Kuchen. Looking around, I mused to myself how blessed I was to live in
the west as such a time. The world seemed such a peaceful place for such as
me, and we could make brief acquaintances and little friendships with so
many open people and enjoy the beauty of places like this without
fear. That was about midday, German time, on Tuesday the 11th of
September 2001. A few hours later, I was sitting in a pub, drinking
Limonade with tears running down my face as I watch the incomprehensible
footage as downtown Manhattan melted.
At least I was aware of the golden moment before it passed.
A spontaneous anti-terrorism vigil in Heidelberg, Germany, 11 September 2001
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