Fetching water at Takasu Elementary School
Reported by Gerald Wright, UFRA Newsletter Editor
On March 11, 2011, I was not in Japan but in Napa, California. It was sometime on Thursday evening over there, and I was writing an email to my wife, when she emailed me first: “Big earthquake now. Everything in the house shutoff. Cannot contact the kids. Water pipes around the house broke. Things in the house fallen down.” Thus began a terrible night of watching live TV images of tsunami waves plowing through fields and villages, of fires breaking out in Odaiba and Ichihara, of commuters stranded in Tokyo. Japan never felt so close, but yet so far away as my phone calls wouldn’t go through and even internet messages were taking so long to get through or even not at all. Everything turned out fine in the end: Lek and the kids were shaken but safe and I was able to return safely and easily by Sunday evening.
Except for the canceled limousine bus routes to Urayasu, everything at the airport looked normal. I didn’t notice anything amiss until I walked out of Shin-Urayasu Eki and began to see the mud, the cracked stairs and sunken pavement. With all the mud and bumps and dirty cars, the streets reminded me of those at a ski resort in early spring. But I was glad to be home and I was ready to help out in any way I could.