Hey...
Family/friends alive and well (shaken). Our (families) houses
appear undamaged.
we didn't lose power or water.
I was on leave this week. At home with my wife. That changed after the quake, when I turned on TV and we saw the cathedral down...The closest thing I can relate any of these last few days events to is watching 9/11 on tv in 2001. You see it, but...you just can't quite believe it. It's not right, can't be real...
Both of us have to go to work. People need help. We don't.
"My" city is smashed. So many missing. So many will be dead. We all know it. I see the piles of rubble and think "you can't tell me there's no one under that...". The Cathedral spire is literally splattered across the square. About 20 people in it, under it. My best man's mum, stayed alive by the fewest of metres as it crashed down next to her.
Buses smashed, crushed and half buried in debris, stopped in the middle of Colombo Street. Several people inside them 'stopped' as well.
I saw a car upside down, on it's roof on Hereford Street. No debris anywhere near it, no other damage to the car. A row of cobblestones pushed up to form a mini mountain range nearby is the only sign that a group of drunken students didn't just pick it up and turn it over for fun.
Lichfield/Manchester/High Street area, buried in massive amounts of rubble. Again: "you can't tell me..." A domed roof lying 2 lanes away from the building it came from, like a giant bowl in the middle of the road. What a stupid place to put a giant bowl...
Out in the suburbs, foot deep silt, liquefaction, grey sewer water, flooding entire streets. 10's of cars stuck up to the axles. Many more nose first into deeper holes.
People heading home causing gridlock 'cos they're too chicken to drive through the shallowest water or over a small lump of silt. For fucks sake people, it's just water. Some people walking have to be in the middle of the road. Fair enough they don't want to walk through it - it's shitty water.
In the middle of everything going on, some dumb bastard pulls a handgun and threatens someone else with it. Known gang address, so maybe not "just a BB gun". Then it starts to rain.
Last couple of days have been on 12-14hr cordons. Feeling useless and unhelpful turning away volunteers but, because we're working (no access to TV/Radio) we don't know what information is out there to pass on to point people in the right direction.
The new radios are just plain frustrating and the left hand doesn't talk to the right hand, or the feet, and the bosses certainly don't talk to the troops working the ground in situations like this. They just decide, with no realistic concept of how it will actually play out on the ground.
But enough of the bad stuff. The good stuff is amazing too. People just helping. So many groups/organisations and just good people drive around the outside of the cordon and bring us food, cookies, coffee, water, snacks. Though I appreciate the offer, I myself don't actually need it. But people think enough of us to do it and to offer. And they just want to help.
A guy biking home saw a long brick wall fence toppled onto the footpath blocking it, so he stopped and started stacking up the bricks out of the way, chipping the mortar off so they stack better. He'd stacked hundreds when I saw him. Got him some water as none of the generous people had noticed him working behind the row of parked cars and offered him any food etc.
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Sorry for the long spiel - just needed to get some things down, while they're fresh.
Some of the out of towners have arrived and I
think the aussies must be due. We're having a change of duties/roster. Night shift tomorrow. Got to try and catch some looters...