My brother and I share a (not so) super power.
We started experiencing it in our early twenties, and it seems to be getting stonger as the years go by… Which should worry each and everyone of you, when we get past this whole covid-19 pandemic.
Little bro and I tend to provoke catastrophies when we travel.
He was in Paris when the 2015 terrorist attacks took place. I outdid him, by having the Notre-Dame Cathedral burn down shortly after visiting it, last year. At the beginning of 2020, booking my trip to Australia resulted in the terrible bushfires that decimated the country.
Finally, discussing a short stay in London (that should have happened last May) threw us all into the world pandemic we’re still struggling with.
I think I win!
Fortunately, Denmark seems to be Cyranny-proof, which is just one more excellent reason to love the country (as if I needed more of them). Knowing that there is one place in the world I can travel to guilt-free is awesome. No wonder why I feel so relax when I set foot on Danish ground.
What does all this have to do with ”What ifs” you might wonder?
I’m getting to it.
In 2001, little bro made a spontaneous suggestion that we should use our three days weekend to make a road trip to Amityville. If the name doesn’t ring a bell, Amityville is a small subburb of New York City, well known (I think) for its haunted house.
I had seen the movies, and I had (still have) an old version of the book. Which mentionned the adress of the haunted house. Google Maps wasn’t born yet, back then, but some other browser had assured me that the adress really existed, so when little bro made his suggestion, it was an immediate, and very enthusiastic ”yes” for me.
So we packed up on snacks, and printed our itinirary, and we hit the road with my good old Volkswagen Fox.
I’ll spare you the rest of the trip, which was memorable on many points (if you’re really interested, let me know… I wrote two post about that three days journey, back in 2016). But on our way back home, we thought ”Why not stop in Manhattan, for a couple of hours, it’s on the way anyway?”
We decided that we could each choose some thing we absolutely wanted to see, and the rest of the afternoon would be spent wandering around to get a good feel of the Big Apple.
To be honest, I don’t remember my choice, but little bro wanted to see the World Trade Center. I didn’t know much about the famous skyscrapers, but I was very impressed when we got near the towers. I rushed to put a new roll of film in my old Minolta, and I shot many pictures of the tall buildings, one of which I couldn’t wait to see developed. The Twin Towers stood tall, creating interesting angles, and a plane was flying in the background, just between them two.
Once back home, I discovered that I hadn’t put the roll of film properly in my camera, and that our souvenirs would just remain that, memories…
The next week, we were watching the World Trade Center collapse on tv, in horror.
Which brings me to today’s subject…
Since then, anytime someone mentionned September 11th of 2001, I wondered what if my brother had suggested going on the roadtrip just one week later? And incidentally, what if that picture had come out beautifully?
What about you? Do you have any ”what if” moments in your life, that regularly come to your mind?
You can read Marquessa’s heart wrenching thoughts about today’s theme, here.