ONAGAWACHO - Here until now nobody had arrived. It is enough for the collapse of a bridge, two miles inland, to isolate Onagawacho the world. Impassable rubble, partly floating on the mud, still preventing rescuers from reaching the town that Japan, on Friday, also seems to have erased from the map. Nearby, at Onagawa, the plant was saved from the wave for two hundred meters and soldiers piled sandbags around the hours that keep the reactor shut down warehouses.
But here is served in the crash landing of a helicopter hovering over piles of crumbling ruins, to discover that six thousand people from five days are left on a hill bordered by mud and rocks, against which the ocean hundreds of bodies slamming . Half the population has disappeared in the sea.
The survivors, from 14:46 on 11 March, do not eat and have resisted burning the branches and the roofs of their houses destroyed by the tsunami. They sipped water, recovered in the warehouse of a grocery store collapsed, but hundreds are dehydrated, mined from the cold, and sleep terror.
Two old men were killed at dawn as devoid of essential drugs and none had the strength to open a way through the debris for help. Dozens of children, although protected by clothing of adults with symptoms of hypothermia. All the survivors are united by the same reality: they have lost someone lying in the mud in front of them, they do not dare enter.
In the city without assistance, a symbol of the destruction that has transformed the Miyagi prefecture in a rotting dump, the tragedy of a nation that seems unable to respond to the worst disaster since the Second World War. Three times the helicopter pilot shouted: "Are you there? Are you alive?".
The mud and the wreckage was moving and nothing seemed to Onagawacho were all dead. Then groups of survivors, unable to speak, fell from the stain, showed the hill with dead eyes and sat on the overturned car, waiting for help. The impossibility of being saved by men, after having withdrawn from nature, is the nightmare that disturbs more than six hundred thousand of the earthquake in Tohoku region, the epicenter of the earthquake.
They lie within an hour's flight from Tokyo, but you definitely feel trapped, prisoners who spit between the beaches bodies, continuous and tremendous shock, the central Fukushima, just to the south, which erupts nuclear gas. Nobody would have imagined that in the hi-tech Japan, after such a long time from the great shock, the machine would prove to be of assistance so archaic, slow, insufficient and inadequate to meet emergency needs of individuals.
Upset in the prefectures still lack electricity, telephone connections are restricted to major centers, roads and railways are broken, or reserved for emergency vehicles. The fuel is distributed with the eyedropper and get five gallons of petrol, Kamaishi, it took six hours of waiting. Six hundred thousand displaced people have no water, food, clothing, blankets, medicine, displayed at the end of winter down rain, snow and nights to four degrees below zero.
The shortage of diesel, endless deserts of bubbling swamps of collapsed buildings, stop the convoys with the basic necessities. But the result is that five hundred kilometers along the northeast coast of Honshu, so far only one survivor out of three received the bare minimum so as not to die, so amazing, wearing only the clothes to have missed the Pacific.
In the village of Takaji Sato family, parents and two children, remained four days and sixty cl of water. In the reception center of Sendai, the largest of Miyagi, eat and drink only the wounded, old and young children. To prevent another disaster, it takes a million meals and a million liters of water a day will come less than two hundred thousand.
The adults say that they no longer have need of nothing, but the people are shaken by an unspeakable suspicion. Fears that really sent rescuers to avoid exposing them to risk-radiation, much less the hundred thousand are officially announced. It is afraid that bulldozers and trucks, which are essential to begin removing the debris, repairing culverts, re-establish at least some section of power lines and gas, delay in bringing the fear of being swept away by a new tsunami.
Myagi in the prefectures of Iwate and missing but especially today coffins and bags to move the bodies. They are thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, but they are not. In the gym of Minami-Sanrikucho, the city gate, where in five days has found himself only one alive, a thousand bodies are aligned in a tent, covered with newspaper.
A Matsushima there is only one crematorium, continuous blackouts arrested him and manages to incinerate the corpses twenty-eight days. The deceased, however, here are six hundred, the morgue is not refrigerated and volunteers who expects flooding with sea water and mud to delay decomposition.
"I appeal to all over Japan and abroad - says Yoshihiro Murai, governor of Miyagi - to send funds for our loved ones." To understand the depth of pain that men can suddenly be condemned by fate, but must get to Soma, one hundred kilometers south of Sendai. About 38 000 inhabitants have been found less than 14 000.
A third of the city is engulfed by water. The beach is black oil, which will continue to leave hundreds of overturned ships off the coast. Soaked into the sand, the survivors dug dozens of mass graves temporary lay the dead can not bury and cover with four inches of mud. The smell is unforgettable but the people who come here looking for someone, do not realize it.
There is also Katsuma Ishihara. Friday was driving the bus at Yamada. He saw the wave pass on the edge of the road and rang in vain to her. After a mile it stopped. "I apologize for the inconvenience to passengers lords - he said - but the fact is that my house was here, my family was inside, and now there is no more." Around chaos.
The hills between Miyako and Kesennuma, are occupied by thousands of people have fled since Friday and no relief. Tens of thousands of people on foot or on makeshift equipment, are on the march north by the Prefecture of Fukushima, toxic cloud escaping from the plant. The eco-refugees Futabamachi invade the collection centers of the prefectures of Miyagi and Iwate, where they are rejected by the local homeless people, terrified by the idea that everyone makes contact with potential radioactive contamination.
Perhaps the real carnage is just beginning Honshu and soldiers landed this morning in Ishinomaki think that the atomic alarm to the nation is hiding the secret of his horrible lives already consumed. Two-thirds of cities are covered by four meters in a thick creamy brown. It rows above the roofs and broken windows on the second floor of the buildings remained erect, arms sprouting of people who on Friday tried to jump into a void that was rather fluid.
One of the boats, loaded with survivors, visits are also Hiruma Memoto. She was born in Hiroshima in August 1945, when he was hit by the mushroom cloud of the war, she was 19. Moved here, she now has 85. He curses the monster who insists on condemning it to survive and that this time it was pitiful to her husband Ko Miura, 88, drowned in his bed.
It is absorbed and repeated to himself: "I did not come." Two lives are opened and closed by two fatal massacres and express the parable of what the country begins to consider a mysterious collective condemnation. The population overwhelmed by the tsunami it as an insult. The radio continued to transmit voices that tell their own salvation, technicians ensure that everything is under control, politicians who decree the end of the emergency earthquake.
A Higashi-Matsushima, however, as all along the coast, hospitals have no medicine, no doctors, no energy. Missing saline, disinfectants, iodine pills, measurement of radioactivity. One hundred thousand children have lost their homes, thousands even parents, and they are not psychologists.
Blocked roads, preventing debris and mud from the field to carry toilet, but if you do not arrive soon thousands, the sanitation situation is bound to explode. In elementary school Nobiru 103 deaths expected in the courtroom, next to 467 live lying a few meters in the corridor. In the bathroom there is no water and latrines are now inaccessible.
Setsuro Sugawara not leave the hand of his daughter Sayaka, 16, was fished out without living off three hours ago. "I fought for your life - he said - was better than mine." Only now people realize that a large coastal area seven kilometers long and over three hundred carcasses has become a morass of concrete.
Towns and villages can not be rebuilt where it had sprung, dozens of ports should be abandoned. Three million people are preparing for a final exodus, a migration that will shock the nation. Shigamasha Sato, 78 years Otsuchicho, pushing a bicycle along a dirt tunnel opened between incumbent seven meters high.
He supported a swollen nylon bag on the seat and says it goes away forever. "My son - he says - he died in his office on the island of Oshima, explaining how his wife to safety." It was the end of the world, and every morning it overflows a scrap. For us not to see it clings to everything.
Even the old Hiromitsu Shinakawa, recovered 15 km off Futabamachi on a beam of the roof of his house. His wife succumbed to a wave on Monday night. When the helicopter's winch launches said: "Be quick, I thought I'd be dead in half an hour." Japan cries of joy, but maybe not never felt so desperate. 
But here is served in the crash landing of a helicopter hovering over piles of crumbling ruins, to discover that six thousand people from five days are left on a hill bordered by mud and rocks, against which the ocean hundreds of bodies slamming . Half the population has disappeared in the sea.
The survivors, from 14:46 on 11 March, do not eat and have resisted burning the branches and the roofs of their houses destroyed by the tsunami. They sipped water, recovered in the warehouse of a grocery store collapsed, but hundreds are dehydrated, mined from the cold, and sleep terror.
Two old men were killed at dawn as devoid of essential drugs and none had the strength to open a way through the debris for help. Dozens of children, although protected by clothing of adults with symptoms of hypothermia. All the survivors are united by the same reality: they have lost someone lying in the mud in front of them, they do not dare enter.
In the city without assistance, a symbol of the destruction that has transformed the Miyagi prefecture in a rotting dump, the tragedy of a nation that seems unable to respond to the worst disaster since the Second World War. Three times the helicopter pilot shouted: "Are you there? Are you alive?".
The mud and the wreckage was moving and nothing seemed to Onagawacho were all dead. Then groups of survivors, unable to speak, fell from the stain, showed the hill with dead eyes and sat on the overturned car, waiting for help. The impossibility of being saved by men, after having withdrawn from nature, is the nightmare that disturbs more than six hundred thousand of the earthquake in Tohoku region, the epicenter of the earthquake.
They lie within an hour's flight from Tokyo, but you definitely feel trapped, prisoners who spit between the beaches bodies, continuous and tremendous shock, the central Fukushima, just to the south, which erupts nuclear gas. Nobody would have imagined that in the hi-tech Japan, after such a long time from the great shock, the machine would prove to be of assistance so archaic, slow, insufficient and inadequate to meet emergency needs of individuals.
Upset in the prefectures still lack electricity, telephone connections are restricted to major centers, roads and railways are broken, or reserved for emergency vehicles. The fuel is distributed with the eyedropper and get five gallons of petrol, Kamaishi, it took six hours of waiting. Six hundred thousand displaced people have no water, food, clothing, blankets, medicine, displayed at the end of winter down rain, snow and nights to four degrees below zero.
The shortage of diesel, endless deserts of bubbling swamps of collapsed buildings, stop the convoys with the basic necessities. But the result is that five hundred kilometers along the northeast coast of Honshu, so far only one survivor out of three received the bare minimum so as not to die, so amazing, wearing only the clothes to have missed the Pacific.
In the village of Takaji Sato family, parents and two children, remained four days and sixty cl of water. In the reception center of Sendai, the largest of Miyagi, eat and drink only the wounded, old and young children. To prevent another disaster, it takes a million meals and a million liters of water a day will come less than two hundred thousand.
The adults say that they no longer have need of nothing, but the people are shaken by an unspeakable suspicion. Fears that really sent rescuers to avoid exposing them to risk-radiation, much less the hundred thousand are officially announced. It is afraid that bulldozers and trucks, which are essential to begin removing the debris, repairing culverts, re-establish at least some section of power lines and gas, delay in bringing the fear of being swept away by a new tsunami.
Myagi in the prefectures of Iwate and missing but especially today coffins and bags to move the bodies. They are thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, but they are not. In the gym of Minami-Sanrikucho, the city gate, where in five days has found himself only one alive, a thousand bodies are aligned in a tent, covered with newspaper.
A Matsushima there is only one crematorium, continuous blackouts arrested him and manages to incinerate the corpses twenty-eight days. The deceased, however, here are six hundred, the morgue is not refrigerated and volunteers who expects flooding with sea water and mud to delay decomposition.
"I appeal to all over Japan and abroad - says Yoshihiro Murai, governor of Miyagi - to send funds for our loved ones." To understand the depth of pain that men can suddenly be condemned by fate, but must get to Soma, one hundred kilometers south of Sendai. About 38 000 inhabitants have been found less than 14 000.
A third of the city is engulfed by water. The beach is black oil, which will continue to leave hundreds of overturned ships off the coast. Soaked into the sand, the survivors dug dozens of mass graves temporary lay the dead can not bury and cover with four inches of mud. The smell is unforgettable but the people who come here looking for someone, do not realize it.
There is also Katsuma Ishihara. Friday was driving the bus at Yamada. He saw the wave pass on the edge of the road and rang in vain to her. After a mile it stopped. "I apologize for the inconvenience to passengers lords - he said - but the fact is that my house was here, my family was inside, and now there is no more." Around chaos.
The hills between Miyako and Kesennuma, are occupied by thousands of people have fled since Friday and no relief. Tens of thousands of people on foot or on makeshift equipment, are on the march north by the Prefecture of Fukushima, toxic cloud escaping from the plant. The eco-refugees Futabamachi invade the collection centers of the prefectures of Miyagi and Iwate, where they are rejected by the local homeless people, terrified by the idea that everyone makes contact with potential radioactive contamination.
Perhaps the real carnage is just beginning Honshu and soldiers landed this morning in Ishinomaki think that the atomic alarm to the nation is hiding the secret of his horrible lives already consumed. Two-thirds of cities are covered by four meters in a thick creamy brown. It rows above the roofs and broken windows on the second floor of the buildings remained erect, arms sprouting of people who on Friday tried to jump into a void that was rather fluid.
One of the boats, loaded with survivors, visits are also Hiruma Memoto. She was born in Hiroshima in August 1945, when he was hit by the mushroom cloud of the war, she was 19. Moved here, she now has 85. He curses the monster who insists on condemning it to survive and that this time it was pitiful to her husband Ko Miura, 88, drowned in his bed.
It is absorbed and repeated to himself: "I did not come." Two lives are opened and closed by two fatal massacres and express the parable of what the country begins to consider a mysterious collective condemnation. The population overwhelmed by the tsunami it as an insult. The radio continued to transmit voices that tell their own salvation, technicians ensure that everything is under control, politicians who decree the end of the emergency earthquake.
A Higashi-Matsushima, however, as all along the coast, hospitals have no medicine, no doctors, no energy. Missing saline, disinfectants, iodine pills, measurement of radioactivity. One hundred thousand children have lost their homes, thousands even parents, and they are not psychologists.
Blocked roads, preventing debris and mud from the field to carry toilet, but if you do not arrive soon thousands, the sanitation situation is bound to explode. In elementary school Nobiru 103 deaths expected in the courtroom, next to 467 live lying a few meters in the corridor. In the bathroom there is no water and latrines are now inaccessible.
Setsuro Sugawara not leave the hand of his daughter Sayaka, 16, was fished out without living off three hours ago. "I fought for your life - he said - was better than mine." Only now people realize that a large coastal area seven kilometers long and over three hundred carcasses has become a morass of concrete.
Towns and villages can not be rebuilt where it had sprung, dozens of ports should be abandoned. Three million people are preparing for a final exodus, a migration that will shock the nation. Shigamasha Sato, 78 years Otsuchicho, pushing a bicycle along a dirt tunnel opened between incumbent seven meters high.
He supported a swollen nylon bag on the seat and says it goes away forever. "My son - he says - he died in his office on the island of Oshima, explaining how his wife to safety." It was the end of the world, and every morning it overflows a scrap. For us not to see it clings to everything.
Even the old Hiromitsu Shinakawa, recovered 15 km off Futabamachi on a beam of the roof of his house. His wife succumbed to a wave on Monday night. When the helicopter's winch launches said: "Be quick, I thought I'd be dead in half an hour." Japan cries of joy, but maybe not never felt so desperate.
No comments:
Post a Comment