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dragonlady7All right. I had to steel myself to read a real news story about London, and I wanted to get a frivolous entry out of the way first. Now I'm ready to be the weird girl sniffling in the corner of the coffee shop behind her laptop.
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buschibaby phoned me up on September 11th. I was just out of bed, clad in a towel, staring at the TV and trying to puzzle out what had happened. She was in tears, calling from London, not caring how much it cost, wanting to know if I was all right. She knew, academically, that i was hundreds and hundreds of miles away, but she had to know. And I chatted with her on the phone, less worried than she was, and on the TV there was smoke and hysteria, and none of it was very real to me. And then suddenly the tower fell, and I realized, this was New York City, this was thousands of my people dead, this was my skyline scarred permanently, this was my country under attack, and I screamed, and screamed, and cried, and we sobbed together on the phone, until she had to hang up and I went to sit on the edge of the couch for the better part of the next two days, still wearing my towel, still staring at the TV.
So now it's the other way around, only I don't have her phone number, and I don't have her address, and I don't know where in London she lives or where she works, or where she would have been during the morning rush hour this morning. And it isn't real to me, but I don't know what is.
buschibaby phoned me up on September 11th. I was just out of bed, clad in a towel, staring at the TV and trying to puzzle out what had happened. She was in tears, calling from London, not caring how much it cost, wanting to know if I was all right. She knew, academically, that i was hundreds and hundreds of miles away, but she had to know. And I chatted with her on the phone, less worried than she was, and on the TV there was smoke and hysteria, and none of it was very real to me. And then suddenly the tower fell, and I realized, this was New York City, this was thousands of my people dead, this was my skyline scarred permanently, this was my country under attack, and I screamed, and screamed, and cried, and we sobbed together on the phone, until she had to hang up and I went to sit on the edge of the couch for the better part of the next two days, still wearing my towel, still staring at the TV.So now it's the other way around, only I don't have her phone number, and I don't have her address, and I don't know where in London she lives or where she works, or where she would have been during the morning rush hour this morning. And it isn't real to me, but I don't know what is.
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Date: 2005-07-07 05:48 pm (UTC)There's an LJ community -- http://www.livejournal.com/community/london_070705/ -- that has a roll call, where you can put in an LJ username, and folks will try to find out if that person is safe. They're really calm and non-panicky at that community. It's comforting.