I head to stride into the blue seats in the middle of the platform and took his seat.
Next to me an old lady dozing in kimono and two girls chirping.
The eighth round of the massacred me. I'm standing by 6 and I can not wait to get a little house, get a good hot shower and maybe eat a little 'sushi, now I deserve it completely.
an annoying hum fills the air and the old woman next to me opened his eyes.
"Jishin. Jishin da!" exclaims. The earthquake. All around
begins to vibrate. Billboards banging on the tiles and start to feel a sense of emptiness.
The air is heavy and the floor rocks, can not sit, can not stand.
We feel the sigh of the world that is moving upon us, powerless. The shock is infinite and no signs of stopping.
are underground, paradoxically safe enough, and my thoughts turn immediately to the 15th floor of a skyscraper near Shinjuku. They spend more than maybe two minutes before we move.
I grab the phone that goes off in my hands. Last night I was too tired and I forgot to charge it.
speakers confirm a violent shock and called for calm. All
moans, tracks, falters. We head
all slowly toward the floor, surprised and stunned.
Silence is impressive. We all know what happened out there but take time to realize.
As the people you group towards the turnstiles, we exchange information and coins between strangers.
front of two public telephones will form a small tail. No reply is received from the other end of the wire.
Another shock, violent, takes us back to attention. I cling to the steel railing to avoid falling.
waits patiently in line to be able to call, the metallic voice will respond to me the same thing. Meanwhile
get a train download dozens of people dumb.
I think about what to do.
I am alone in the center of Tokyo, cellular waste, body aching.
I absolutely have to recharge the phone.
I decide to go outdoors to get an idea of \u200b\u200bthe situation. The earth shook again.
around me thousands of people in suits, some wearing white protective helmets.
machines clog the streets, no noise of a horn. Panic is neat and clean.
inform me and pockets the way to the nearest Softbank store, a mile to the southeast.
signs along the sidewalk with broken glass red dammed by barriers, or groups of people dress in uniform.
tourists lost with big suitcases and short sleeves, their faces burning with fatigue and fright.
instinctively seek my face in the shop window next door.
Finally I get to the Softbank shop and connect my phone to the outlet.
Perched on a stool white appearance with patience that comes back to life.
Meanwhile, unable to call or send sms.
The radio transmits the first store of information disconcerting. Someone collapses in white sofas, others try to connect to the Internet while everything continues to tremble.
Internet!
Facebook comes to mind, maybe my husband was able to post something.
But the data traffic is crazy and the page does not load, I still have too little battery.
I realize also that you have a crazy hungry, I must also go to the bathroom.
From here I can get to walk to work, and perhaps ask the manager to use the phone room.
The battery is at 50%, is not it better to wind a little more ... 57%, can go. Cut
all, I sincerely thank the staff and I run, I run.
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