Personlig beretning om 9/11

You Have probably heard about the terrible disaster called 9/11.

Four planes were hijacked by the terrorist organisation al-Qaeda. Two of the planes hit The World Trade Centers, another plane hit The Pentagon

and the last plane did not hit the target it was meant to, because the people on the plane fought back. Because of that the plane crashed into a field in Pennsylvania. The fourth plane was meant to hit the capitol.

In 2001, I was on vacation in New York. I had always wanted to go there so on my 18th birthday I got two tickets to New York. I decided to take my best friend with me. We flew from Copenhagen airport September 8th. It was a long trip and when we arrived it was 2 am so we went directly to the hotel. We had a lot of fun and had some good days but then it became September 11.

We were very excited because we had planned to go to The World Trade Centers to shop. We took the elevators to the top of The South Tower. We walked around and had an amazing time until we suddenly heard a loud bang. Everyone was freaking out. We heard people scream “it got hit The North Tower got hit”. We became very sacred. And all the screens in the building switched channels to the news and with big letters there stood “Breaking news: A plane has crashed into The North Tower” at this point I was petrified and everything moved in slow motion. It felt like the world stopped. My friend screamed “come on we need to get out, maybe a second plane is going to hit this tower” and he sure was right. After we made it a good way down, we heard an even louder bang than before. Our ears were ringing. The plane had hit the floor we were on just a couple of minutes ago. A lot of the ceiling fell down and the blast had destroyed all the windows. We weren't hit but some other people were. We saw a little girl crying because her mother had gotten crushed. The last thing she said was, “please save my daughter”. So I lifted her up and comforted her. We knew that the chance of surviving was small, but we did everything we could to survive. We ran and ran and got down to the ground floor and quickly ran away, but right as we got out, the first tower collapsed. So we got into the nearest house and survived with just a few broken bones and scars from the things that fell down on us.