On the morning of 11 September 2001, I was on the trading floor in London. The US market had just opened when, one by one, my colleagues began to stand and stare at the TV screens above the foreign-exchange trading desk. Something had hit the World Trade Center. It looked like a small private plane making a terrible flight error.
Soon after, it became clear that a commercial airliner had hit the first tower, and another aircraft had just hit the other one. I called home, and around me I could hear my colleagues talking to their family members, telling them to switch on the TV.
Others were frantically trying to get through to their Wall Street brokers – especially those at Cantor Fitzgerald, which occupied four floors in the twin towers; and Carr Futures, the derivatives broking arm of our employer, Crédit Agricole Indosuez, which was on the 92nd floor of the north tower.