Watching the footage over the last few days is upsetting for me, as it reminds me of being in the middle of the London bombings. I was working as a bus tour guide that day, and nobody could understand why everybody was so late for work, and the tubes were so screwed up. Just as I was about to leave for my first tour of the day, we heard over the radios from a colleague saying that a bus had just blown up in front of him. A manager asked him to be clear, and to not say stuff like that over the air on the radios (thinking he was messing around). I can still hear the tone of his voice in his response now "I can ASSURE you, a bus has just blown up here". My girlfriend of then and now was working for the same tour company, and was already out on a tour. Just then we started to hear people coming out of the tube station talking about bombs being blown up all over the network.
The feeling that I had in my stomach at that moment was the most sickening sensation I have ever felt. I wanted to find where my girlfriend was in London and run to her straight away to get her away from her bus, and take her some place that I thought might be safe, like the middle of a park.
Upstairs on my bus were about 4 different American families, and I had to go up and tell them that our service was being cancelled with immediate notice. Most groups had children with them, and I was so worried about scaring them. I had to ask the adults to come to the front of the bus and tell each of them the news. Their faces as I told them the news just dropped. I felt so sorry for them, being in a strange country and knowing that everything about their plans was about to change. The realisation that they, like their fellow countrymen 4 years earlier were now under attack. I helped them with directions as best I could, and told them that my advice would be to go straight back by foot to their hotels and wait it out there.
The phone networks were jammed, and I could not phone my girlfriend to see if she was ok. Many of our colleagues were reported as not turning up for work when they were due to be. It was terrifying. I eventually spotted my girlfriend from the end of the street as I made my way back to our office, and the feeling of relief was just unbelievable. I will never forget it.
Nobody I knew personally died that day, but the next week when we had a silence in Trafalgar Square, I sobbed amongst strangers. However I looked around and felt a connection to the people around me, and was so proud to be a Londoner that day. I see that same connection with the people of New York.
They are both cities that should not work. The clash of white, Black, Asian, Christian, Muslim and others shouldn't work. At all. But it does, and that is what made me so proud to be a part of that city that day.
As my girlfriend and I cycled home that day, I tried to avoid all major areas of congregation, so we cycled a really long way around through some of the London Parks. I was so scared of losing her that day. We had no food when we got home, and I was scared to even go to the supermarket to get some, in case they were perhaps a potential target by being full of people. There were all sorts of rumours going around that the army was on the street and that there could potentially be more attacks coming. It's easy in a way watching 9/11 with hindsight, and knowing how events unfolded for those away from the main WTC site. You know that they were ultimately safe that day, but when you are in the middle of an attack you have no idea what is going to unfold.
My thoughts are always with the people of New York on this day. They composed themselves so well in the aftermath. I thought of them the day after our experience when my girlfriend and I decided not to stay off work, but made our way in as usual. The mood in the city had changed, but we would make no sacrifice to those who had attempted to murder us all.
We are making our first trip to New York hopefully in Feb next year, and I cannot wait. They seem like my kind of people
