(加拿大中国地震灾区采访队记Stevens, Christina 6月14日报道) 编译: 加拿大中国地震灾区采访队编辑部
Jiu Long — Sat. June 14th
(加拿大中国地震灾区采访队记Stevens, Christina 6月14日报道)Amid a pile of rubble a skinny woman, wearing a green rain coat suddenly sat down on the soaking ground and began to cry. Inconsolable, she held her head in her hands, then looked up at the sky, hands apart. She had questions no one could answer, but right now her most pressing need was food: not just for her, but for her son and grandchildren.
They haven’t eaten since yesterday, 60 year old Ren Chang Xiu explained through her tears. They have rice and matches but no fire. Pouring rain has left their wood, and now their rice drenched. “Our life is back to over 30 years ago, and even then we had a housen” said Xiu’s 44 year old son through a translator. He then paused as he looked over what remained of their home…
Scattered logs, smahed bricks and an overtturned sofa. The majority of the 200 people in their village face the same reality. Even so, as e watched a neighbour came over with some food and promised to be back the next day, sharing what little he had.
Stories like this can be found throughout the disaster zone, where a strong sense of community is growing. The difficulty is getting her. As China grapples with a new “open” policy, there is resistance. Despite having the proper passes from the Province of Sichuan we were turned away from a check point, informed we now needed local permission as well. We did get through, but it was a scenario we faced again later, so we simply moved on to the next village, that’s where we met Xiu and her family.
Frustration turning to sympathy as one of her relatives put it all into perspective, “going back generations, over several hundred years we have never heard about such a sad story like right now. We have to face it every day”.
In the nearby village of Won Quan, 11 year old Song Pan Xiang was sitting down to lunch. Her extended family meeting together under a makeshift shelter. They live in a tent city across the street. Xiang is spirited and smiling, until asked to recunt the day of the earthquake. Her smile vanishes in an instant, replaced with tears. “Whenever I think about it, I am still scared” she tells us. She was on her way to school when the quake hit, “walls started falling and I wanted my mother” she said. She is still in mourining, having lost some of her classmates that day, but she has he family and they have shelter and food. At this time, in this place, that is all anyone is asking for. It is more than many have.