It 'hard to talk about.
hard to talk about hard to explain why a number of details, practical, emotional, contingencies typical of those that actually lived it and live it and you do not know what you need to be explained to those who read, listen. As always communicate becomes even weigh, filter, and basically, you arrange the facts and your thoughts. Think
respect to drama, to the people but you know what? Shit, I was there, this thing I experienced on the skin, then fuck you. I experienced the shock, confusion, people running away, crying, things falling from walls, ceilings. I lived not understand a shit, to see people whose last priority at the moment was to explain to a poor gaijin who speaks no Japanese what the fuck was going on and what the speakers said, the sirens and the thousands of television sets tuned to alarm messages. I lived all alone and being found by accident, my colleagues in the crowd. I lived decipher the news to understand what to expect. I had to make decisions that emotional state, anxiety, were weigh as much as it would depend on my life. I lived the city and the exodus stopped on the streets at night, I lost myself, I found myself. I experienced being separated from people close to me, not to reach them and impotence in the face of having to wait. I have lived the experience to run three different skype phones every 30 seconds, and a flight in a bike once, for 30 seconds, the phone worked and I knew where the fuck was LK. Then I experienced what good or bad they all lived in Tokyo. So, I said, fuck you can say what I want.
And I can say that here, in Tokyo, in hindsight, it did not happen shit.
Let's be clear, this is a tragedy, a tragedy, a real drama. A real drama that took place 250 km from here. Here, success is not shit. Only the echo of that drama. A brief fear. Discomfort to follow. It seems that someone in Tokyo who live there, mind. But the reflections on human nature I leave to another time.
And praised the Internet. When telephones, trains, roads were not working, internet, after a brief period of loss, has held up. Even just to say "we're alive" who was in office, or was waking up in Italy. And it has held up the GPS on my poor iPhone, for better or worse I took home along unfamiliar streets. In contrast, the crisis over, the Internet has become the corner of the rumors out of control. It is a sounding board for and panic alarms.
And basically this is what we need to do these days who know of emergency, vacation, and normality. Separate the panic from rationality, separate the noise of the lust of the tragedy of those who are ready to not believe any positive news they are willing to echo each fart bomb as if it were, from the real information from real problems. Keep the situation under control.
not jump at every flip phone, not auscultate the soil in search of the aftershocks. Aftershock one every five minutes, they say. I've heard of one in two days. The others are there, but you hear them only if they want to try, I guess. Remember that you do not die of "earthquake", but the consequences of it, panic and poor choices. Do not stay out of buildings where it may fall plaster, glass and signs. I think after a 7.9 quake on the solidity of the houses in Tokyo there is not even to discuss.
And then live their day, a laugh about their situation, ridicule panic, cry and mourn the drama who has lived and is living really go for a walk, eat something, how can you cheer Who here, and do not blame them, is tense and frightened, and if you can, donate a bit 'of blood.
the street children play, families come out, shops and restaurants are open. We are a soprravvissuti
7.9 on the Richter scale earthquake in these parts. I think it is appropriate to make good use of this thing. So just
Marta wakes up, my colleague during an emergency sleeping in my room, I attack the PS3, which I have to level at DC Universe Online.
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