Hallo my name is [NAVN A], and this is my story of the 9/11 terror attack.
I woke up at 07:00 am. It was like every other Tuesday morning, woke up, got on my clothes, got my usual bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, brushed my teeth, packed my bag, and headed to work at 07:30 am. The subway was as crowded as every other morning, but it’s only four stops on the subway from my place to Cortland Station, which is only one block away from Cortland Way, where I worked in WTC building 4. It only takes about 10 minutes, so it’s no big problem.
When I got to my desk at the office space on 4. Floor, I settled and started my workday with the big pile of paper my boss had left there the day before. After about an hour of work I felt a little tired, so I went to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. When my coffee was ready and was about to head back, I heard a strange noise outside. So I went for a quick look out the window and instantly dropped my coffee on the floor. I didn’t believe what I saw. I’ve just witnessed a plane crashing into the North WTC Tower. The world’s first modern terror attack, but I didn’t think about anything in that moment. I just stood there and observed. I couldn’t move. It was like time just stopped or like a nightmare you couldn’t escape. A few seconds that felt like minutes.
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