Five years ago, an exceptional event prompted me to start writing a personal journal. This event happened on September 11, 2001. I was supposed to fly from San Francisco to New York, for a meeting with a customer. Obviously, I did not make it to New York that day.
Today, I was supposed to fly from Geneva to London Heathrow, then fly from London to San Francisco tomorrow. I did not make it to London either, and I am stuck in Geneva, trying to book another flight back home.
CNN is showing archive images of the World Trade Center just before they collapsed. Like most of us, I have tried to forget them, but they keep coming back somehow. Writing must have been a way for me to deal with these events and their impact on my psyche. Publishing fragments of my journal on this blog follows the same idea. Here is where it all began.