Where do we go from here

50 thousand people are dead.

I can only begin to imagine what if must feel like if you are not dead there, maybe only mildly wounded.

If you are a tourist, trying to get to a phone, Suddenly everything you’ve trusted in this world is gone. No money and even if you had it, no food to buy – houses, roads, stores, internet cafes all washed away. Bodies all around you. People walking around crying looking for their loved ones. You have no idea where you are. Myabe the waves have taken you miles away and maybe the place you just came from, which was unfamiliar and a bit scary anyway, no longer exists.

The moment you get to a phone, it will be okay. But how do you figure out where a phone could be? You can start walking, but in which direction? Kilometers and kilometers, and no roads or cars to travel by. JUst your bruised feet and no food, no money, money can’t make you king any more.

If there are other tourists around, you try to stick together, you try to cheer each other up. Don’t worry, we will laugh about this yet. We came here looking for adventure, didn’t we sure get what we came for. The stories we’ll be telling back home. But what if there’s no one around who speaks you language?

You can just imagine your parents landing in the airport, looking for you, holding up pictures of you, someone saying: yes, I saw him, he was there. And your mother crying, and now you’re crying. i’m here mommy, I’m okay, yes but for how long.

But what if you’re not a tourist. What if you can’t go home. What if it doesn’t matter if you get to the phone, because there’s no one to call anyway. What if you don’t have a bank account, a safe place somewhere else on the globe. What if you just became nobody with nothing.