This was received this morning by a coworker of mine. It's from a friend of his girlfriend.
We are alive. Barely. Sleeping outside in tents. It is a disaster area. I am thinking about driving to the DR to catch a plane to Miami with the kids. There is water shortage on the streets- the pillaging is getting worse by the day. The phones are not working. Internet comes on and off. The streets are devastating! The aftershocks are nerve-wracking. I feel always as if there is an aftershock. I look at water in glasses to make sure I'm not imagining that the ground is shaking- most of the time it's in my mind. The aftershocks have diminished. Only one about every couple of hours now. When it hits there is a low rumbling sound.
But I'm in good shape compared to most.
This is devastating.
Can barely sleep. Everyone is afraid of sleeping indoors. We have so many friends who have died. So many that are still unaccounted for. People in hotels, restaurants, grocery stores. So many of our friends barely made it alive- crawled out of holes through cement. It is just unimaginable to think that some may be still alive under that rubble. In some places you can hear people inside. When you call someone's name, a lot of people answer...
The air in the city was whiite when it hit- the dust from all that brick falling! I rocked like I was on a boat in the middle of choppy waters. I was in the car. The road cracked one foot in front of me. The street became clogged like a parking lot. I just abandoned my car there to get home by foot. Boulders tumbled down. Trees came down. It was a nightmare. My hands shook so hard. My heart beats so fast. I try to be rational. Keep myself busy. Going on the streets once in a while. Tomorrow I will do some volunteering. I'm afraid of what I'll see. Two of my employees have lost their family.
We are alive. Barely. Sleeping outside in tents. It is a disaster area. I am thinking about driving to the DR to catch a plane to Miami with the kids. There is water shortage on the streets- the pillaging is getting worse by the day. The phones are not working. Internet comes on and off. The streets are devastating! The aftershocks are nerve-wracking. I feel always as if there is an aftershock. I look at water in glasses to make sure I'm not imagining that the ground is shaking- most of the time it's in my mind. The aftershocks have diminished. Only one about every couple of hours now. When it hits there is a low rumbling sound.
But I'm in good shape compared to most.
This is devastating.
Can barely sleep. Everyone is afraid of sleeping indoors. We have so many friends who have died. So many that are still unaccounted for. People in hotels, restaurants, grocery stores. So many of our friends barely made it alive- crawled out of holes through cement. It is just unimaginable to think that some may be still alive under that rubble. In some places you can hear people inside. When you call someone's name, a lot of people answer...
The air in the city was whiite when it hit- the dust from all that brick falling! I rocked like I was on a boat in the middle of choppy waters. I was in the car. The road cracked one foot in front of me. The street became clogged like a parking lot. I just abandoned my car there to get home by foot. Boulders tumbled down. Trees came down. It was a nightmare. My hands shook so hard. My heart beats so fast. I try to be rational. Keep myself busy. Going on the streets once in a while. Tomorrow I will do some volunteering. I'm afraid of what I'll see. Two of my employees have lost their family.
