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last part.

We open the security door with caution. Press the switch and the light comes on.

The paintings on the walls are upside down, and the sides of the floors covered with white powder.

Levo shoes and climb the step of genkan. The doors are all closed, as when we leave for a trip. We throw ourselves on the ground exhausted, but in a few seconds we are back on his feet. Now I open the sliding door of the kitchen.

The drawers are all open and soy sauce bleeds down the door refrigerator.

All cabinets are suspended miraculously remained closed: crystal glasses, dishes and all utensils are safe. Same fate for the library and the TV: it seems that the tremors have developed longitudinally and horizontally arranged all the furniture did not fall.

You can not say the same for the walls. In several places the wall is torn, and almost all the doors are out of alignment. The corners of the house are all torn, the roof beam was separated from the outer wall. The windows of the living room and bedroom are open, although they were locked from the inside with a rotating handle. Clearly, the violent vibrations did turn the lever and glass panels were opened.

Several objects have fallen, some have been broken. Patience, I try to collect gloves and a bit 'of debris. The gas is out of order but we have the light, and water flows. Carry your refrigerator to its whiteness, how can I collect the white powder from the hallway and the bedroom.

My husband has since turned on the TV and opened a bottle of Bordeaux. I pour a drink. I still have the coat and scarf, I slumped in his chair. I can not feel my legs.

I learn only now that the fury of the earthquake, 9.0 on the Richter scale. The North East of Japan is torn apart by the tsunami. The victims number in the hundreds.

We are saved, we are at home. And somehow we will.

The night passes quickly, in a state of semi-consciousness. There are shaken every 5, 10 minutes. The building sways constantly. A new strong shock at 4 in the morning forces me to wake my husband. The mirror slamming the wall where it remains suspended. In seconds, the shock fades and we return to our limbo.

At dawn we wake up and prepare coffee with a camping stove.

I eat the biscuits with soft taste just received two days earlier by my brother . The sun

shines in a beautiful blue sky in spring, while the floor undulates.

relive the past twenty-four hours and unbelievers begin to contact our families, the phones finally work.

Today, two days after the disaster, the shocks do not seem to stop. It seems that the earthquake is moving to the southwest.

the street, in shops, at home, wherever the earth trembles. I have a headache and a feeling of nausea does not let me. I have in the earthquake.

In our city has exploded several flues, as of this morning has stopped the distribution of water. A tanker is distributing 300 tonnes of water points of emergency in the area. For the moment let us go forward with the stock of our tank.

This morning we made a little visit to Tokyo Disneyland, just a few hundred meters from our house. The scenario is quite overwhelming. It seems that the ground beneath is exploded, splitting entire paved, all raised were "expelled" from the ground up to one meter in height. It will take months to repair the immense damage.