A devastating earthquake hit Japan last week.
When the earthquake occurred, I was at home. I turned on the TV at once and walked around the room in a panic to hold on to my furniture. It was long and my legs trembled with fear.
After the earthquake, I have been glued to the TV. The news has lasted twenty-four hours on every channel. The pictures of big tsunamis made me really shocked. I couldn’t believe that such a terrible thing had happened in Japan.
Some of the towns along the coast were completely destroyed and it’s not known yet if over half of the population is safe or not. The news said that they were struck by a tsunami almost every thirty years. They really knew how tremendous the tsunami was, but even such people couldn’t escape from it. As I watched the news, I thought why they had kept on living in such a dangerous place. They ought to have known that they would repeat the same thing. They could at least build their house on a high point or with a steel frame, but they didn’t. They ought to have been able to move to a safer place, but they didn’t. I’ve been thinking why they didn’t. Why? If I were a native, what would I do? Umm, when I think about it, I feel that I also won’t move anywhere. Why? Because they love their place. They must feel “Que Sera, Sera”, I think.
I feel an aftershock again.
It happened in 1000 years ! We can hardly imagine that we have such devastating quakes the here and now. Our connection with the place ,job, friends, schools.....is as much strong as anything.
返信削除The aftershocks continue. It is terrible, isn't it?
返信削除Yesterday I saw the scene of the COSTCO accident. The destroyed slope was still there. I was really shocked to see it. It must take a long time to mend it.