At that time I was working for a company (self-employed now) on a third floor on Jean-Talon street here in Montreal, and I was a cigarette smoker (no more).
So that day, I was on the third floor of a building doing my data entries on the PC, when all of a sudden the boss runs towards us screaming out of is lungs "Les Etas-Unis sont sous attaque!" French for "The United-States is under attack!", he said that about tree of for times with a very nervous voice, very nervous since the person who told him about the attack via phone was two buildings away from the world trade center, supposedly that guy on the phone was crying screaming and so on...
Meanwhile some workers and the boss started to talk about the event, I asked him to go outside for a smoke! He answers with a slight stuttering "ok, ok va, va fumer", so permission granted I took the elevator down to go smoke the cigarette that I really needed.
While going down I was thinking what was happening down there, speaking of New York, since no images was available I could only imagine the so-called attack on the US. Anyway once down and out the front doors, I see my wife and two other girls smoking a cigarette as well (my wife worked in the same building).
So we started to smoke together and talk about the event and what possibly could be happening, while all of a sudden we see this freaking Jeep Cherokee with loud weird music passing by, it was unmistakably occupied by two Arabs, they were all cheering, laughing, clapping and so on... I was so mad because I knew they were pleased of the event...
So that day I will never forget 9/11, but also that dark blue Jeep Cherokee. I just wish I had a moment with those two scrawny little sh*ts...
