"We were Adobe" said his owner
(I hope I translate it decently: Photoshop quiebra tras terremoto. "Es que eramos de Adobe" Dice el gerente)
Chilean jokes about the earthquake. In Chile dark humour it's a MUST. So we are having a field day making all kind of macabre jokes.
Do you know that the last democratically elect conservative in Chile started his mandate with a HUGE earthquake? The same situation we are facing now.
There is a civic leson we need to learn:
DON'T VOTE CONSERVATIVE.
Two presidents and a Prince during the eartquake
We face three earthquakes in less than an hour: 7.2, 6.9 and 6.0 Ritcher Scale.
See photos of the earthquakes during the ceremony. The interantional presidents faces are funny
By the way. I'm sick of earthquakes and Tsunamies.
I want normality to return. My strenght it's starting to crumble.
If night caught them in the road they will sleep in our house. I don't want to host them. I don't want to see their pain. I want to hide in my bed away from the world.
We will received them and hold them anyway. We will face the suffer of our people.
- Current Location:Talca
- Current Music:fados
It's my new icon.I felt it picture the will to stand up and rebuild the country against adversity.
Would you please stop trembling?.
221 tremors in a week - 46 in my city - it's a little bit too much to fragile chilean nerves.(Your foreschoks are pretty much the same as the mainshock we experience back in 1985 earthquake). If you can't stop moving please don't tremble during night so at least we can get a decent night sleep.
We apretiate your effort to get the much needed calm.
(By the way things are starting to get normal for the families that don't have damage in our homes. We are now having light, water, comunications: internet, cell phone. Gas is back. Food and cash it's still dificult to find as ATM are running out of money and supermarket are "out". We brought some money and food from Santiago.)
I copy and paste this excellent article: In Chile, life between tremors
In Santiago, we feel both lucky and guilty to have been stricken with an earthquake registering 8.0 instead of an 8.8, as it was in Maule and Bío-Bío to the south. Still, most people now keep a glass of water close by as a makeshift seismometer, to see if the rumbles they keep feeling are real or imagined.
We are as shattered as the windows and mirrors that tumbled when that 300-mile fault tore open in the middle of a late-summer night. People are shaking, living in a daze of anxiety, sadness, exhilaration, gossip and a tremendous need to connect with one another and feel that the quake is over.
It is not.
Not all the country is down. Friends got together in cracked buildings with no power for Sunday lunch with not-so-cold chardonnay, to swap stories from the front. People lined up at the local hot dog franchise, reading sold-out editions of all the local papers.
I was scheduled to fly to Nashville Sunday night, but I’m still here, hooked to the news that’s breaking every minute. Near where I went to change my ticket, office workers with no offices shared espressos and anecdotes. The sight of our main airport “not open until further notice” has added a feeling of isolation to this tragedy.
For two decades, since we have been “modern” in this faraway country, we have felt like part of the world. Now, especially in places like tsumani-swiped Constitución, all our supposed advances seem in jeopardy.
The quake hit Chile in the middle of a presidential transition and right smack at the start of our bicentennial celebration. It’s a testament to our infrastructure and social institutions that the whole country didn’t fall down. But we did stumble. And now, live on HDTV, we hear things that make us remember the dark days of Gen. Augusto Pinochet, words like “the missing,” “curfew” and “state of emergency.”
Rumors come and go: The phones are down; that’s true at the moment. Running water will stop for a day; who knows? Supermarkets are full of people and empty shelves. You worry that no one is in charge or, if they are, the situation is too big to handle without force. The real tremor rumbling beneath the rubble is the threat of social upheaval, especially in Concepción and Talcahuano, where ships lie in the streets.
We are in a state of suspension. People are tired and perhaps spent, feeling they can’t make it through another one. A friend told me that, from his window, he watched a church steeple crumble. We have the sensation of having met, face to face and in pitch dark, the big one.
The worst part of the memory, many people say, is not the quake itself but the anxiety that came immediately afterward, when our cellphones were out and we couldn’t reach our loved ones. For two or three hours Saturday morning, all Chileans were very alone. We felt as if we were at the end of the world. Which in a way is true.
Alberto Fuguet is the author of the novels “The Movies of My Life” and “Missing (una investigación).”
There are a lot of kids walking, lost and a way from his parents in that city.
Please pray for Salvador he is 8 yr old.