Yesterday Christchurch was hit again. Two more after shocks – 5.5 and 6.3 on the richter scale – both which seem to be separate events from the September 4th and February 22nd quakes. (We’re learning new terminology – separate events – it means the quakes were on a different fault line!)
“Christchurch is crap,” said a young boy on the news tonight as he dug a massive shovel in the huge pile of silt (from the liquefaction) in his driveway. “Vomit from the earth,” says his mother. They want to leave – they’re fed up. “I don’t want to live in a dump,” said the boy.
My heart goes out to them. I can’t imagine living in such uncertainty, going to bed with extra clothes on in case you have to make a rapid exit during the wee small hours, wondering when the next one’s coming.
No power or water for thousands of homes today. Winter is setting in – it’s bloody cold.
The whole city has been destroyed. A once very beautiful city – gorgeous gardens, stately homes, a magnificent cathedral. Now it’s been reduced to rubble, the people are suffering.
Our thoughts and hearts go out to them.
Kia kaha – stay strong.