On September 9, 2001, I boarded my plane back to Germany. I spent the previous days in Chicago, attending the “Print 01″ trade show together with the US partner company of my employer. I quite enjoyed Chicago – it’s a nice and interesting city and the Great Lake had its own enchanting athmosphere. I also liked my US colleagues – they were professional but also friendly, and working with them for years made me bond with a few of them.
“Print 01″ was not that much of an interesting expo though. I was scheduled to fly back on September 13, however my presence there was not really needed anymore. Some of the staff of the US guys left the expo early – only a rump crew of 4 remained. It was decided that I went back to Germany as well. My plane landed early morning on the 10th in Brussels. I took the day off and resumed my regular work on the morning of September 11.
I still recall when the news broke. We stared at each other, it took quite a while before we really grasped what happened. Soon, any work we did stopped and we were glued to news websites and the radio. I immediately thought of my colleagues in Chicago.
Later, they reported that the whole tradeshow was in a state of shock. They inofficially/officially shut it down the very same day. They were stranded in Chicage, the US skies blanketed with a no-fly ban. They eventually managed to hire a rental car at outrageous prices and took turns on the wheel riding the 700 miles back to Virginia.
Since then, I got a new passport. But I kept the old one with the immigration stamp showing I left the country on 9/9/2001.