This is my account on what I was doing nine years ago today, on september 11, 2001. And the next day was significant to me too.
I was on holiday in a small village at the coast of Baltic Sea, Karwia, living there in a rent room.
Karwia on googlemaps: http://tiny.cc/y6atj
I was on the beach, somehow I don’t remember what I was doing exactly - if I was on the usual 3 hours walk to nearby village or sunbathing. I don’t remember if it was a warm day or not either. Only that it was a beautiful sunny day. I came back from the beach and checked my mobile for messages. I read the messages, I think there were two more besides the first one with the horrible news. It was my parents telling me to turn on the radio. The first message read, ‘terrorists are attacking America on planes’. I was astonished, my first thought was about military planes. I turned on the radio. The news were going on all the time. When I heard what was happening, with the radio in my hands I run to my patrons - it was another building - of course they were sitting at the TV. I sat with them. The Towers were still standing when I came.
The next day, it was an awful grey day and I had a terrible headache. I think for most people the next day could be not all that memorable, but for me it is something I will never forget too.
I went on a walk along the beach to the village on the other side, it is further - 4 and a half hours walk. Its name is Dębki, it is even smaller village. The so called ‘hole’. I was walking on the beach but then there is a small river-like canal and I didn’t want to cross it - it’s dirty water - so I went from the beach to the dunes to pass the canal on a small bridge that is there. I crossed the bridge, went a bit further by and then I returned. I wanted to eat a dinner in the only one fried-fish restaurant in the village. By the bridge, in the bush, there was a car parked. A white Toyota. I passed it by first but then when I was coming back it was right in front of me, displaying its front towards me. And the numberplate. Yes. And the numberplate was all exotic writing. Yes, Arabic characters.
I was completely shocked. I wanted to call the police. There’s an Arabic car in this complete hole, in the bush, hidden - terrorists are here!! - this was what I was thinking. But I managed to hold the emotions, thoughts, just to hold back. After I calmed, I searched for some people and told them - there is a car, do you know what it is and why it’s there? Then I learned there was a family living there, a Polish woman and a guy - an Arab.
This is the story I wanted to share.