Earthquake

I was dreaming when I first felt the earth moving. It took my mind some

time to awaken, realize there was something wrong, label it “earthquake” and tell

my body to run to my host parent’s room. I was still delirious when I reached

their doorway where my host sister had already fixed herself. My host parents

were inside their room, one securing the TV and the other holding on to the

dresser. It was my first experience feeling the ground move left to right like that,

like some kind of dizzying carnival ride you feel sick after. I watched as the house

literally swayed with the current. My mamá grabbed my hand tightly. We heard

the lamp crash, the shelves fall, the dishes jumping, the car alarm sounding, the

windows rattling, the world ripping apart at it’ seams… but underneath the chaos

my family kept assuring one another, “Tranquilo, tranquilo, tranquilo.”

The shaking lasted three minutes. Just after it subsided, my mom went for

the candles and I for my cell phone flashlight to survey the damage. The noises

around were unsettling, with alarms and sirens and screaming like a movie sound

effect. We went together, my host sister and I, holding hands, into the living room

and kitchen. I, praying the whole time, helped replace some of the tumbled

objects but because they knew aftershocks would follow, we left heavy things like

the stereo on the ground where they had fallen.

Opening the front door to see the outside world, I momentarily forgot the

electricity had gone out—everything was so well illuminated just as if the street

lights were on. My sister pointed to the sky: a brilliant round moon and vividly

bright stars. “Mala suerte,” I joked, noting the stereotypical omen of bad luck on

nights with a full moon. But just after I said that, I realized that the opposite was

true; this sky light was actually a gift from God for the people who would remain

without electricity through the night, attempting to collect themselves and gather

their families and belongings. My mind immediately jumped to the poorer parts

of Santiago, where strong houses like mine are not found and where there for

sure would be more than just broken plates. The moon would guide the victims

away from their collapsed surroundings and (perhaps) save lives. Seeing as the

terrible earthquake in Haiti happened in the middle of the night too, I wondered

if they had a full moon too?

The aftershocks my parents predicted did come, and are still coming, and

might continue to come for another 5 months. This morning at 8:30am I awoke

to the now familiar feeling. It makes me nervous just hearing a slight rattling

from my bedroom window, even if it’s moving from the outside wind, because it

means another rumbling is approaching. For the most part however, I am

remaining tranquila through remaining with God. The damage here was

thankfully very little compared to other parts of the country, both in Santiago and

in both directions outside the city. We visited my host brother’s house in the hills

outside of Santiago, and his whole neighborhood is without running water,

houses are cracked in two, and roofs completely caved in. He and his family

cannot even occupy their house right now, and imagine the families who have

nothing to occupy anymore.

I’m not sure how school will go from here, with registration and the first

day previously scheduled to be next week. The country is in a declared state of

emergency, and most businesses and public transportation are still closed. The

government is asking that people not be traveling around the city or even leaving

the house if not necessary as they try to survey the damage and help the

desperate. Thus I will be staying in for awhile.

I end my story with a plea for your prayer for my newly adopted country

and for my newly adopted people, mi gente. I’m sure at some point you will be

able to donate money too, but for now there is nothing you (or I) can do but ask

for the stability and safety of the country once again, for the rescue of those still

trapped, and for the families of the over 700 people who died. Know that I am

fine, gracias a Dios, and as soon as I can I will be a part of the relief efforts down

here at the end of the earth.

-KK