14 years ago today, the great earthquake broke out in Hanshin district.
My husband and I had not met yet at that time, but both of us had lived very close to the epicenter respectively.
I was pulled by someone from my collapsed room, and escaped wearing only pajamas and in bare foot.
The big tremor made my husband fell down from his bed, just after that moment, a roof crashed down over him. Miraculously, he could manage to crawl out of the narrow space between a roof and a floor. If he hadn’t fallen down from his bed or woken up earlier than usual, he might lost his life.
I can remember the sound and the smell of the scene. You may find it is hard to believe, but I could hear nothing. It was a silence! People were stunned without a word for a while before they took some actions. The smell…I smelled strong odor of gas.
Yesterday, I participated in the picking up kids training at my son’s school.
It has passed 14 years since that big earthquake. That means under 14 year kids don’t know how it occurs. 40% of teachers who got their jobs after the earthquake don’t have an experience of managing in such a panic. So, the school conducts the disaster drill every year on around January 17. The parents also had a drill to pick up their children quickly and certainly.
I hope that we would have only a drill not the real event.