


My September the eleventh or 9/11 if you like. I don't.
I am not what is know as a great sleeper, so it wasn’t unusual that I woke up at around four o’clock in the morning. If it is not going to be blazing daylight when I have to awake, I don’t bother closing my blind. September 11th was one such morning when I had to be awake at a reasonably early hour, so my blind was pulled up.
When the blind is up and I wake during the night, I look out the window for reassurance that all is well with the world. My reassurance comes from a bright blinking light house, probably at Ricket's Point. If the lighthouse is blinking, the world is ok and I can safely go back to sleep.
Maybe some sirens disturbed my sleep that night or maybe I just woke. I could see flames. High flames. I could not see the lighthouse as the fire was too bright. I knew something bad was happening. Just a minute or two later, I could see flashing emergency lights.
I woke R and he looked and he uttered, ‘Well, this will be on the news in the morning’, and went back to bed.
It was in the direction of St Kilda. I thought it was either the Palais Theatre or the St Kilda Pier kiosk.
The flames soon disappeared but the flashing emergency vehicle lights continued on. I could not go back to sleep. The radio news did not give me any information. As daylight broke, a pall of smoke hung over the pier. I knew then. But two years later it is well on the way to being recreated. I am pleased. I liked the St Kilda Pier Kiosk.
The pics are as it was, the ruins and the rebuilding progress.