On september the fifth of year 2012.
Yesterday was a day when, while I was riding on a bus -completely unaware of what was happening outside my closed eyes and my music entertained ears-, an earthquake took place in costarican and adjacent territories.
Seismic country. Familiar subduction: “Cocos y Caribe”. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocos_Plate, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caribbean_Plate).
But it was not just an earthquake, but THE earthquake. It had been announced for years, it was long ago predicted and expected in nicoyan lands and its surroundings. It was nerve cracking long-lasting, and dizzyingly strong. Or so I’ve been told.
Some minutes after the event, stunned faces and loud voices wondered how it was possible that I didn’t feel the worst earth movement that was felt in the country for decades.
How did I miss the running, screaming and crying women -and men also-? The cars stopping in the middle of the streets? The vertical structures dancing? I didn’t feel it, I didn’t see it; and I am glad for that.
I am deeply sorry for the two lives that were lost due the earthquake in Costa Rica, and for the minor structural damages that occurred. But we can say it could have been worst, this kind of natural events can be very devastating. Taking into account that factors as the depth of the epicenter, the acceleration of the movement, etc., influence the outcome or side effects of an earthquake, similar events worldwide -in terms of MMS (moment magnitude scale, 7.6 for the event I’m currently talking about)- have caused thousands of deaths (how very sad) and severe material damages.
Pride for the country’s civil engineering.
A story started to run around, as legends have done in the past. It is said that a woman was prepared to receive her child via c-section. The woman was on the surgical bed, already tied into place, waiting for anesthesia… And then, the earthquake happened.
The spoken word tells that she was in such state of pain, that she didn’t get scared… Not even when doctors and nurses started to run outside the room, some of them shouting and crying; only two remained with her; one, as a human shield, protecting the preciousness inside the woman’s uterus, the other probably petrified by fear. Nothing big fell down or apart, cracks didn’t appear on the walls; eventually everyone came back with their hands steadier than when they left.
Culminating the tale of the brave woman and her child, the little angel took her first breath 30 minutes after the event. Close to nine months filled with worry and difficult situations dissolved almost entirely, everything turned out just fine.
Welcome, my little baby, my niece.
It was also a day when, later on, I may or may not have been asked for a kiss. After I got out of the car, I heard it inside my head, like an echo: “Hasta luego. Dame un beso”. Did he say that back then? Didn’t he? If he did say it, what did he mean? I do not know… Fact one: A kiss was given from my lips to his cheek. Fact two: Before that, I had to dodge the invisible straight line guiding my mouth to his, or his to my own.
A mattress and sheets. A message that got to me as only modern times can deliver it. Words were an unespected happening that did its best at stirring ache and anger inside me.
Gold brewed and strongly hoped-for news showed themselves to me; again, modern times to award. Two interviews and some days after, a new job is waiting for me. I’ll shortly quit my current job, I feel eager and guilty; but mostly thrilled.