I remember distinctly where I was on September 11, 2001. I remember where I was on October 12, 2002. I remember where I was on December 26, 2004. I remember where I was on July 17, 2009. And I will also remember where I was on September 2, 2009.
I was on the 12th floor of my office tower. Writing emails. My stomach rose and people giggled as we realized the earth was shifting beneath us, the same feeling you get on an amusement ride. A large crack/noise/bang sent every eye in the room darting to each others, and without thinking, we were in the stairwell. The giggling stopped.
The shaking of the tower was enough to prevent one from walking quickly down the stairs. It wasn’t just a dizzying feeling, or a mild disorientation, but a see saw back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
I vividly remember counting the floor numbers as we moved down. Eleven. Ten. Nine. By now so many people had entered the emergency stairwell that we were barely walking anymore. A women had fainted on the floor. Eight. Seven. Six. A few women were crying. Five. Three. I remember being glad that the Chinese never build fourth floors.
Outside, people were giggling again.
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