Part. The earthquake in The sky is leaden, and a few drops fell.
how can I run through the crowd, dodging people, clutching the phone. I can not call nor send email, I do not know if I can connect to the Internet.
Supero shops, trees, signs that accompanied me every day as I walk to work sleepy.
The adrenaline makes me feel tired, I press on toward my goal.
Inside the hospital, the climate is very dense.
Dozens of people gathered in front of the screen in the lobby, which transmits apocalyptic scenes.
Some colleagues are meeting me, ask me what's out there, where I want to know if the trains run.
Hold the tears and the little story I've seen.
I'm going to freshen the toilet, and I find the place near the east exit.
The line is weak but the Internet works.
overflowing Facebook of messages, comments, I make a huge effort to find the link right on the screen of my phone.
My husband is alive.
Just an hour ago it was the station where I was at the time of the first terrible shock.
There are too many comments, I can not understand where he is now, I click "I like" to express my existence.
look gasp a reply.
spend 10 long minutes, load continuously searching through the posts, too. Perhaps incessant walking through the crowd and can not read the updates.
finally updates its location, how can I tell him to wait there. Gestures to greet my colleagues behind the counter and flight taking off exit east.
A nose decided to cross the channel and then up north.
The river of people is more and more dense, we move quickly to keep the file and scroll down in their own stream.
I do not have a map and I can not view images on your phone surplus sent following my sixth sense. Through
bridges, skyscrapers and golden sunset burning from inside my silent army.
On our left the Tokyo Sky Tree pulsing lights, the breathtaking view of the city to remove all suspended on the wind.
The road shakes, elevated the effort to contain the flood of people that goes everywhere.
I stop a moment to make sure of the direction of the Koban.
The cop tells me that my destination is still far, and I expect other skyscrapers and suspension bridges on the canals to be crossed.
Way non-stop following the directions, she began to do serious cold but at least the rain has given way to a purple sky. The wind blows cold and through the collar of my white shirt.
I look down and see my legs that emerge from the skirt slightly chilled. Today I put my warm coat, for luck.
stores as they disappear around me just enormous palaces and giant signs.
The earth shook again or maybe it's just the fatigue that is a hold on me slowly.
Suddenly I realize I've lost my way.
Reloading Facebook page, asking for help to my husband who has the phone with the GPS. Cabbages are sure to be close.
charged and dozens of times, the messages are crowded and difficult to return to the exact spot. My sister works in the vicinity, I find his message board and write a comment to this update. It is stuck in the office, but the building is old and will soon be evacuated everyone.
minutes pass, I do not know what to do. Finally I read the message "write address".
I look up and see the huge sign of the Aude. Quickly send this claim, I put the phone in my pocket and crouched by the bushes well pruned the store.
A lady a bit 'upset me asks where we are, then append to the bus stop with a handful of people. The cars pass slowly, tail between tracked vehicles and large vans. Across the street parade slow bus packed with people. It was dark, and a crescent moon looks calm the mayhem.
From the darkness emerges a familiar figure, our eyes finally meet. I can not hold back the tears.
My husband is walking incessantly for hours. We try to bring down the estimated time it will take to travel the 10 km that separate us from home. Meanwhile Luke
other side of town is getting ready to go almost twice as much, and
SirDic Sara least triple. Currently he is the one and only way to get back home.
Tale in seconds to my husband spent his last hours, listening anxiously for his release. The furniture of his office has gone almost destroyed and were immediately evacuated to the surface. We make a small supply of water and food at the first Family Mart, and we continue our journey following the phone's GPS.
cross lined streets, bridges over ponds, next to us an endless snake of cars. Finally we put on Route 10, the same road that we walk every day darting beneath the earth.
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