huh?
I was coming home from the gym, hoodie on, headphones blaring, bouncing a soccer ball in my hands. You're always in a good mood after sports. I opened the door and found my roommate and a friend in front of the tv in disbelief. I can't remember the following hours, but I somehow managed to get my family on skype. It's hard for the mind to understand when something like that hits, and you aren't there to witness it... it feels unreal. You almost want to ask the reporters to stop lying to you and leave your country alone. Your country's fine, everything's exactly how you left it, in its place. But it's not. The president was homeless the night of the quake, so what does that tell you of the population? That evening, it didn't matter if you were rich or poor, it was a question of wrong place wrong time. Someone I was deeply worried about was Zackaria Bassel, but like the rest of the Haitians, he is iron willed. "neg fe". The average human cannot survive 3 days without water, on the 11th day, they were still pulling out people from the rubbles! I'm amazed at how these people hold on to life with everything they have. I feel sad, whenever I see these people who have lost everything emerge from the rubbles singing. That they can still be so open to happiness, while I who have lost nothing still haven't found a balance. Well no... I think I 've lost my right to complain. It makes you feel real guilty when you sit here with a nice bed, good food, well surrounded by our possessions. For everyone affected by the earthquake, it's been a wake up call, showing us that in the end, the bonds you make and the faith you keep alive are what determine your survival. Haiti needs our help, that's clear, but we have so much to learn from them. Knowing them, they're probably starting the preparations for mardi-gras. I miss home.