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When Your World Trembles

3/26/2016

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​“17th floor, please,” I said.
 
The elevator cage rose with a mild jolt and sped upward.
 
I entered the large office of the American aid mission. It was midday and the bright Manila sun filtered through the large windows.
 
“Hello, Mr. Nandy,” said Joanna at the front desk.
 
“Hello, Joanna,” I replied, “I have some work to do in the library. But, first, I need to talk briefly with my friend, Richard Wright.”
 
“I am sorry, Mr. Wright is running a seminar in Baguio today. He will back tomorrow afternoon. You can see him tomorrow, I suppose.”
 
Baguio was another town in the Philippines, in the mountains.
 
I went to get a cup of coffee before settling down in the library. As I turned on the machine, something unusual happened.
 
The stream of hot coffee, instead of entering the cup, landed on my hand. Before I could react to my burning hand, the machine itself toppled and started falling from its stand. As I stepped back, surprised, cups and plates started falling from the shelves and crashing on the floor.  In a moment all the chair and tables in the room started wildly zigzagging across the room. The floor shook violently, bringing down two large cabinets.
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​It was an earthquake, I finally recognized. It took me time, because I had never seen or heard of an earthquake this severe.
 
I ran to the threshold and held its frame, for I had heard thresholds provide some safety. It seemed a dubious advice, for the entire floor was undulating wildly and the threshold frame seemed a puny toy about to be crumpled.
 
It took all my effort to hold on to the door while waves after waves shook the entire tall building left to right and, it seemed, up and down. Huge shelves were coming down, one by one, and even the large desks slid in different directions. The noise of heavy objects falling from shelves, desks and cupboards filled my ears, while screams of people from every corner of the floor rose above the din.

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​I knew the others felt what I was feeling: quite helpless, like a child being flung around by a pitiless monster every which way. I could see the panicky faces of people holding on desperately to desks, door knobs, window sills.
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After what seemed an eternity the earthquake stopped. There were two or three mild aftershocks. Then the building stood still.
 
People stood with bated breath. Some had evidently been crying in panic. The librarian, a large man who was earlier a marine officer, stood nearest to me and had a large wet patch on his trousers. He had clearly soiled his pants. Joanna, the receptionist, appeared deathly pale and seemed to have fainted.
 
We were lucky. The building – I doubted it was constructed to withstand such a strong tremor – still stood. I walked down the stairs all the seventeen floors and emerged on the sunny, busy street I had left an hour earlier.

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​It took two hours for the news of Richard Wright to come through from Baguio. He was leading a seminar when the roof of the conference room started caving in. A piece of debris hit his secretary, Nora, and she doubled on the floor in pain. To protect her, Richard bent over her and the entire beam collapsed on his neck. The secretary survived. Richard did not.

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Irina Urmina
3/26/2016 13:50:12

Wonderful! It reminded me of a story from my life. Earthquake in Romania 31 August 1986 was felt in Moscow too. I just had the cast removed after breaking my leg, layed on the couch enjoying freedom, although the leg still ached. Suddenly the open window creaked, then door rang, screams, then daddy told me to get dressed quickly because something is going on with the building...somehow I got dressed, we went down by elevator (together, with the dog!), went outside, half an hour looked at the house (I'm laughing even now). Later we heard about the earthquake by radio (1986, we had no mobiles). Daddy then could not calm down about our stupidity: first, went down the Elevator, secondly, mother grabbed the "main thing" - bag with old papers, third - being complete idiots. By the way, window frame was twisted, on the top floor neighbors fell off the couch. That's how it was.

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Manish
3/26/2016 19:57:20

What a charming story, Irina. There is no "stupidity," just human response to an unexpected situation. Thank you so much for writing and telling us this wonderful personal incident.

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