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“For you, a thousand times over” Survive Nepal Earthquake-3

“For you, a thousand times over” Survive Nepal Earthquake-3

Emerging from a long, deep sleep, relief surged through me and the day of the Nepal earthquake began to pass before my eyes automatically. It was a cooler-than-usual noon for April in Kathmandu with heavy clouds in sky and a gusty breeze bringing a nip to the air. I was about to check out of the hotel in Thamel, standing on the second floor of a five-story apartment, I suddenly heard a throaty rumble and felt a ripple beneath me. With a certain reluctance to conjure up any disasters, It did took me a couple of seconds longer to understand why people were yelling out “earthquake”. Before having time to think about moving or not, I had been dragged down onto the bottom floor by a Nepali boy with a rude yet generous manner, he then urged me desperately cover my head with hands while leaning against a swaying pillar to control the trembling in his body. Until now, I could still feel the concrete slab floor rising up and down and had an acute sense of waiting for the ceiling falling in chunks on our heads. For a moment everyone seemed to have been deprived of the power of speech, forming the opening syllables first of one word, then of the other, over and over again as if we did not know which word we were going to say. As the voices of the praying for heaven’s mercy rose, I was just aware that I joined a huddle of men, surging forward to an open space of a plaza in Thamel. To be honest, I was not obviously...
A Letter to Ryo, Survive Nepal Earthquake-2

A Letter to Ryo, Survive Nepal Earthquake-2

Dear Ryo, Our flight eventually landed safely, and I’m currently staying at my friend’s 23-stories high apartment, which sounds extremely shocking at this moment when even settling at the bottom of the house could be a threaten to us.  Albeit it looked out of order, things in airport turned out to be going more smoothly than I deemed , from checking to boarding. We even landed about 50-minutes earlier than it should be, no any bother with delay happened to other flights. It might because you were there backing me up, and I would never forget the picture that you lifted my heave luggage up to the top of the taxi without saying a word.  To comfort myself, I thus decided to write and pass my blessing to you, this might be the mere thing I could do for a while. Obviously, It’s less helpful than what you have done for me.  Hopefully, I could make it up in the near future. So please stay safe and take care, which I have to say to you again and again even though I am quite sure you are strong enough to head to your next destination. Nepal is a truly home-like place from which we never tried to escape, but we have to put safety prior to other things for the responsibility we have to family and ourselves. Actually I even refused to give my parents a hug when they picked me up in the airport to conceal the fact that I was trembling. Believe it or not, I was just reading your article with my friends while hearing from you by last email. I felt extremely distressing looking at debris and...
Back to China, Survive Nepal Earthquake-1

Back to China, Survive Nepal Earthquake-1

As the death toll of Nepal earthquake rises, there are shortages in water, food, electricity, however, no lack of volunteers consisting of people who are actually struck by quake and suffering from aftershocks, to help with disaster relief, from pulling survivors from rubbles to pitching tents. In fact, I got a hot porridge the next morning of the quake from a Chinese volunteer. In spite of not being among people contributing to the effort, I managed to settle myself in a half meter wide mattress so that I would not take up too much space in a public tent. So far,  I have spent 3 wet and cold nights outside, hearing people coughing  and dogs barking, they did not interrupt my dream at all, they were the signs of life at this deadly moment and I would rather listen to all kinds of sounds as long as it’s not from the cawing of ravens, according to which, is a predictor of a coming aftershock. Since earthquake hit Nepal on noon Saturday when I was about to check out of a hotel in Thamel, central Kathmandu, people were camped in the open, the stores were closed, the hospital was overflowing, the power was off, and I am alive, albeit not in every nerve, energetic and dynamic enough to go back to my family and friends.  Currently, I am heading to airport, if there is no congestion keeps flight from parking, according to which some planes was forced to turn back, I would be home this eveving. I might even have a chance to have dinner with my closest friend Gingin who will...
Microbus, Bigger Than I Deemed

Microbus, Bigger Than I Deemed

Without squeezing yourself into a microbus, you would never know how big it exactly is. I was rather hesitant to say yes when the conductor leaned out a not fully stopped bus and asked me whether I need to get on or not. Unconsciously frowning through the window I noticed that the bus had already crammed with passengers and was virtually not available for us, two slim yet space-consuming girls. “This is the one! ” Being informed by a quite sure saying from my Nepali friend who was traveling with us at that time but would ride his bike after the bus instead, we eventually squeezed ourself into the van which is a more commonly known name for microbus among Nepali. The feeling of anxiety was arising this way in and just in my first time going around Kathmandu by microbus. The concerns gently faded away as we had even taken it more than 5 times one day. I would regret if I didn’t end up with taking that van. In fact, I felt overwhelmed not by crowd, but by the consideration and friendliness shown by them, even though the van was indeed overcrowding and the conductor kept cramming in passengers to maximize profits. No one shouldered us aside not even accidentally but tried to fold themselves to make more rooms for us. A young woman aged between 22-25 sitting beside me even reached out to keep my balance for several times when the van was bouncing and vibrating on the rough road. No one seemed to be forced to endure a “disgusting and sweaty” journey but merely take...
Namaeste

Namaeste

Wandering aimlessly around an extremely dusty lane in Kathmandu, I did not expect such a holy smile shining from a Nepali girl coincident with a few whispered yet articulate words. Albeit I was not able to catch on to her literally at the very beginning, my gaze was automatically fasten on her eyes and locked for several long moments. Coming as another “Namaste” did, which turned out to be from her mom to greet me, an array of worries resulted from the first glance of Kathmandu were gently fading away. Namaste to my great master TianZhen and to you all as well. Photo by 小弥头(XiaoNiu), Gaushala,...