tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103254542011-10-19T22:19:18.312+09:00These are my memories of the Great Hanshin-Awaji Earthquake in 1995.obachannoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325454.post-1108455592887856962005-02-15T17:03:00.000+09:002005-02-17T20:32:07.746+09:00

The morning light coming through the window made me feel less scared, and helped me start thinking about something I couldn’t think about when it was dark --- things like breakfast and my work. It was probably after 7:00 am or later. (I don’t remember exactly, but it is possible that I felt a few aftershocks before I went outside to buy something.)So how bad was this earthquake after all?Was it

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Maybe this was before I noticed the Kachina doll, I guess…. Before 6:00 AM, I did make a phone call to my parents living in Kochi. Kochi is a prefecture on another island, Shikoku, and rarely hit by earthquakes. I was almost positive that my parents weren’t affected by the quake very much, so I wasn’t worried about them. But I thought they might be worried about me. Oh I have to call them and

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"Total confusion" "Panic" I didn’t know what they actually feel like until that morning. The first thing I tried to do was, if I remembered correctly, getting out of futon looking for my socks. OK, let’s move. Move….why can’t I move my legs? There was something heavy on my legs. I don’t remember if I actually saw it (then where did the light come from?) or just felt it by hands, but anyway,

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I was in a school gym, looking at the new, varnished floor, having nothing particular to do. Then Mr. Yamashita, a gold medalist at the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics, came in. He was going to coach the judo team of this school today. I couldn’t see his face, but I noticed that he dropped a lit cigarette on the floor. OMG!! I stepped on it right away to put it out. I felt its warmth in the back of my

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*Apologies:This is my therapy after all, so I’ll probably keep changing and re-writing my posts over and over until I feel satisfied. Never ever expect any objective or intellectual descriptions, because my priority here is on exploring and processing my feelings.Also, I certainly do NOT intend to give anyone any constructive criticisms at all. It’s just that some things need to be taken out of

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