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The day, that changed all

- September 10, 2015
Skyline of New York when the world was in order. All is different now picture: Silke Mertens/pixelio.de

Skyline of New York when the world still was in order. All is different now. picture: Silke Mertens/pixelio.de

There are days, that you’ll never forget. September 11th 2001 is one of those days for me. I still remember today, that I was sitting in a bus on my way home, when my mobile phone rang. „An airplane crashed into the World Trade Center! Everything’s on fire “, I was told. I could hardly believe what I heard. At first I thought of a tragical accident of a sports pilot. I would have never imagined a fully filled up airliner to be the tragical plane.


Coming home, I learned better. In the meantime, the second airliner had hit the other tower of WTC, and it was clear, that the pilots had done that fully intentionally. This was not an accident, it was an attack, born out of unbelivable hatred. I was completely speechless. Do you know this feeling, when you see something which is so greyful that your intellect refuses to accept it as to be real? This was, how I felt. When I saw, how desperate people jumped out of the windows of the burning towers and the towers just collapsing, these pictures did physically hurt me. I cried for all this terror, taking place in front of my eyes. And I cried for our world, because I knew exactly, after this day it would never be the same again.


Terror in the best sense


Literally translated this Greek word means an extreme form of fear from a not clearly detectable threat. Muhammad Atta and his attendants had created just that: There was an acute threat, an enemy, yet without a face. No hostile nation, no open declaration of war. Nevertheless, this enemy was able to even attack a nation like the United States Of America on its own territory while authorities and military had to watch helplessly. The terrorists obviously managed, to hijack several fully occupied airliners, to defeat the cockpit crews, and to shamelessly abuse these planes as bombs. The Pentagon suffered a hit aswell, and a further plane, probably heading for the White House, was brought to crash by the passengers aboard, to keep away further destruction. I bow to the courage and selflessness of these passengers in deep respect.


Thousands of people died on this day. With them the lightness of being, the feeling of security and the idea, that life in the Western Hemisphere was good, died aswell. But also there were pictures of unbelievable courage. The firefighters and rescue squads, who rushed to the WTC, saved and rescued under employment of their own lives. Quite some rescuers died, because they didn’t hesitate to help and save lives even on their own healths‘ and lifes‘ cost. These people are heroes to me. Selflessness is in my opinion the greatest thing, a human being can accomplish. I do not know about you, but I do also think of the heroes from New York today, who fought their own fight against inhuman hate. Showing that they could love a stranger so incomprehensibly much in that very moment, that they were ready to die for his or her rescue. As much as we started trembling under the hatred of these terrorists and still do today, just as much this glowing love of the rescuers should never be forgotten, the amazing courage of the heroes of New York.

And now…?


Goethe said once, that human beings are capabale of the highest, in good and bad sense. Heaven and hell join hands in the human soul, according to the great poet. 14 years ago, this became obvious in New York in a terrible, impressing, shaking way. The attack entailed the Afghanistan war, and also indirectly the repetitive invasion of Iraq. With „the war against terror “very much found justification after the attack on WTC. Stricter border controls by the USA, which degenerated meanwhile to an inexpressible data acquisition world-wide, distrustful refusal, pursuit and racism in the USA and also world-wide against Muslim fellow citizens, are the „blooms“, which the attack of 9/11 brought forth.

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The atmosphere in our part of the world is still poisoned with mistrust and fear. It turned harder and colder. From the experience of helplessness and fright, total control and monitoring arose. Whether that is really the solution, even if born from fear, is posed to question there. What can we do? You and I? Honestly, I do not know. I strive to see the things differentiated. To never forget the question, why something is done or decided.


Do you know, what I also do not forget? The reason, why my house is lit with candles today: They burn as a symbol for the unbelievable love, the courage and the overwhelming, positive mental strength, manifested by the heroes of this day in Spetember, 14 years ago. I honour these men and women, every single one of them: They kept the light in their hearts burning, and all the debris, the blood and the desctruction at Ground Zero couldn’t quench it. And who knows? Perhaps these shining souls are watching over this world now, so the wound which was struck into mankind’s heart by a few of us can possibly heal one day.

To the heros of 9/11. Your inner light ensured, that the victory of darkness and hate did not get complete. May we never forget, may we always take an example Picture: MArkus Hein/pixelio.de

To the heros of 9/11. Your inner light ensured, that the victory of darkness and hate did not get complete. May we never forget, may we always take an example Picture: Markus Hein/pixelio.de

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