{"id":1274,"date":"2009-04-07T14:23:36","date_gmt":"2009-04-07T13:23:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.msadventuresinitaly.com\/blog\/?p=1274"},"modified":"2009-04-07T20:04:29","modified_gmt":"2009-04-07T19:04:29","slug":"earthquake-in-abruzzo-italy-and-reflections-on-another-california-earthquake","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.msadventuresinitaly.com\/blog\/2009\/04\/07\/earthquake-in-abruzzo-italy-and-reflections-on-another-california-earthquake\/","title":{"rendered":"Earthquake in Abruzzo, Italy, and reflections on another California Earthquake"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Earthquake<\/a>Photo by marca-pasos<\/a><\/em>
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Thanks to everyone who Tweeted, emailed, messaged on FB \u2013 Milan is very far from the earthquake area, and our friends and family are luckily all fine.<\/em><\/p>\n

So I’ve been waiting to write because I’m not really sure what to say. And most importantly, after emotion hits me, I want to get to work. To cope, I need to DO. <\/strong>And right now, it’s almost impossible to help from where I am. But a few have asked me what they can do, so I thought I\u2019d make that part of my own DO: let you know what you can do to help<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

Being from California, I am no stranger to earthquakes. I remember “the” earthquake, the one usually everyone in Northern California is referring to when they say \u201cthe earthquake\u201d – also known as the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake<\/a><\/strong>.<\/p>\n

It was 7.1<\/strong> on the Richter scale, and the epicenter was about 15km from my house<\/strong>, as the crow flies. To say I felt the earthquake was an understatement.<\/p>\n

I remember the days where we slept on the floor, directly under supporting beams of my aunt\u2019s house so we felt more “safe.\u201d The days when my stepfather spent hours tightening the house back down to the foundation and hoping that no other aftershocks would hit while he was under the house. I remember being glued to the television set as rescue workers and dogs dug for hours in a collapsed freeway looking for signs of life. When a dog running down the hallway could cause my heartbeat to accelerate, or a passing truck rattled the windows and put you instantly into flight mode. The early mornings when your house shuddered and your bed rocked as you felt yet another earthquake.<\/p>\n

For some reason when I moved to Italy, I never really thought about earthquakes, though I\u2019ve felt at least two while I\u2019ve lived here. But Italy isn\u2019t that different from California in terms of seismic activity \u2013 it\u2019s the most seismic country in Europe, and as they said on the BBC today \u2013 Italy is slowly being pulled-apart, along the Apennines<\/a>, the belt of mountains that runs down through central Italy.<\/p>\n

The differences between Italy and California are also enormous \u2013 historic centers vs. a \u201cyoung\u201d development landscape, densely\u2014populated city centers, full of multi-family apartment buildings vs. many single family houses spread one after another. Perhaps this contributed to the \u201conly\u201d 63 fatalities in 1989, which is less than half of the amount of the Abruzzese earthquake, so far<\/a>. Perhaps most chilling is the destruction of these historic buildings, and rubble and dirt is now covering everything. It\u2019s a reminder to so many about the fragile treasures Italy houses, and how its long history is literally felt in the walls surrounding its people.<\/p>\n

When I first saw the pictures on La Repubblica<\/a> yesterday morning, I didn\u2019t recognize the faces as those I see everyday here in Italy. My mind saw images from Palestine, Turkey, Africa because the faces of grief and shock are nationless, raceless, and religionless.<\/strong><\/p>\n

And though the Prime Minister has decided to refuse international help, that doesn\u2019t mean you have to listen to him.<\/p>\n

Information to help in English \u2013 feel free to send me your links:<\/strong><\/p>\n