Showing posts with label diary. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

18/04 Japan united in the wake of disaster

People from the Fukushima Prefecture town of Futaba head to a shelter set up at Saitama Super Arena in the city of Saitama on March 19, 2011. Many residents, including those hit by the March 11 earthquake and tsunami, are serving as volunteers. (Mainichi)

On the afternoon of March 11, I was on a subway train in Tokyo. There was a scheduled lab meeting with my students, where I was supposed to introduce and discuss a paper on Wikileaks.

I am usually absorbed when reading something interesting. I was therefore only partially aware that the train had left yet another station. Suddenly, I felt a jolt. The train was decelerating rapidly. "What is happening?" I wondered. The train came to a full stop. Looking over my shoulder, I could see the station lights in the darkness of the tunnel. We had not traveled far yet.

The first thing I noticed was the continuous beep coming from somewhere. It must be one of these "stop signals," I thought. Then I realized that the train was actually shaking. The car was swaying to and fro, wobbling, and alarmingly, the swinging became worse with time.

"Earthquake," I murmured. There were three women near me, and I told them to keep calm. "It should be safer down here in the tunnel," I said reassuringly, clinging to the arm rail of the seat. The shaking of the car kept going for what seemed a very long time. When it subsided somewhat, we found ourselves looking at each other's faces.

"Let me check," I said, and connected to a news website with my mobile. "Oh, the epicenter is in Tohoku," I told the women. In Japan, information about earthquakes comes really quickly. The nation has experienced so many deadly earthquakes that the handling of information regarding the magnitude of quakes is done at lightning speed. "This seems to have been a rather big earthquake. We need to be careful," I said. The women looked at me rather intensely, as if I were the sole source of information and reassurance.

As the worst national crisis since World War II unfolds, we are going through an extraordinary transformation of the national mindset. It is an ongoing change, with no end in sight yet. Looking back, the spirit of collaboration and helping each other started at that moment, immediately after the quake hit.

The train started to move very slowly again. "We are traveling to the next station at a speed of 15 kilometers per hour," the train conductor announced. At the next station, we all got out of the cars and walked up the stairs to ground level. There I found people looking at their mobiles, checking what had happened and what was happening. I witnessed people trying to help each other, providing information, offering assistance and taking refuge from the aftershocks that rattled buildings and power cables and even cars here and there.

As we were crouching on the Tokyo streets, gigantic tsunami waves were sweeping away people, crushing houses, eradicating years of family life, friendship and love. The devastation brought by the tsunami, when it was revealed, left us gasping. Nobody living in Japan could ever forget the traumatic and arduous days that followed.

Then the nuclear crisis at Fukushima developed. In the long history of nuclear power utilization in a country traumatized by memories of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the nightmare of a nuclear meltdown became very real for the first time.

The heroic efforts of people trying to contain the situation moved many hearts and brought tears to people's eyes. The whole spectrum of risks and vulnerabilities arising from nuclear plants dawned on people at last. Even technically oriented people, who have been more or less supportive of the government policy on nuclear energy, now had second thoughts.

As I write this essay, the outcome of the nuclear crisis is still uncertain. The death toll has shocked everybody deeply. The task of delivering food, water and energy to the afflicted areas is a daunting one. This crisis apparently does not have an easy ending. Meanwhile, a time of soul searching has already begun. Through the sudden surge of altruism and goodwill, one is beginning to see the possibility of a rebirth for Japan.

For this writer at least, everything changed on that fateful afternoon. There is no turning back. The vision of the station light that I saw through the darkness of the tunnel, in the shaking subway car, now seems to symbolize the ethos to come. Japan united. (By Kenichiro Mogi, neurologist)

(Author's profile)

Kenichiro Mogi, born in Tokyo in 1962, is a neurologist now working as a senior researcher at Sony Computer Science Laboratories and as a cooperating professor at the Tokyo Institute of Technology graduate school. He also appears regularly on television and radio to discuss the workings of the human brain.

(Mainichi Japan) April 18, 2011

Saturday, April 9, 2011

06/04 彼女は日本へ戻ってきた

2011年4月6日

 生まれ年は知らないが、たぶん五十代半ばの米国独身女性の話-。首都圏の大学の准教授や講師を掛け持ちして生計を立てている。

 春休みで故国に帰っていた。そのさなかの未曽有の大震災と原発事故。米国政府は一時退避を自国民に呼び掛けた。家族も友人たちも「米国に残れ」と強く引き留めたらしい。

 でも彼女は日本へ戻ってきた。緊急地震速報がひっきりなしに流れ、壊れた原子炉から漏れる放射性物質にみんなが動揺を隠せないでいる、この国へ。

 何のためらいもなくといってはうそになるけれど、自分の後半生のベースはニッポン、と心に決めてのことだったそうである。

 久しぶりの自宅マンションの部屋は、横浜でもかなりな揺れだったことをうかがわせて、激しく散らかっていたという。

 はっきりいって日本語は聴くのも話すのも怪しい。停電もあって不安と孤独にさいなまれたに違いない。それでも日本へ戻ることを選択した勇気、英断をたたえて、連帯のメッセージを妻に託した。「困ったら、いつでもウエルカム」と。

 返事は早速きた。「まさかのときはお宅をシェルターにする」。原発ショックにみんなの気分が晴れない。「シェルター」の単語に、降り注ぐ核から身を守る地下施設を連想してしまう。

 あれは悪い冗談だったよね。そう笑える日よ、一刻も早くと、願わずにはいられない。 (谷政幸)

Friday, April 8, 2011

Thư Ngỏ: về việc xin mở chi hội người lớn tuổi cho Phường 2 Q.BT

Kính thưa các bạn

Có lẽ là các bạn và gia đình đang chuẩn bị đón mùa hè sắp đến và chuẩn bị những việc làm và vui chơi cho các con em trong kỳ nghĩ hè. Mong là kỳ nghĩ hè như ý sẻ đến với gia đình các bạn.

Hôm nay, chúng tôi xin mạo muội kính gửi đến các bạn, nhất là các bạn gia đình có người cao tuổi và các bạn quan tâm đên đời sống của các người cao tuổi như cha mẹ hay ông bà của chúng ta.

Đất nước ta hiện nay tuổi trẻ là số đông, nhưng gia đình chúng ta ai cũng có cha mẹ, ông bà. Chúng ta ai ai cũng thương yêu cha mẹ, ông bà của chúng ta. Chúng tôi cũng thế, nhìn cha mẹ già ở nhà không biết làm gì, lớp người già dần dần thưa thớt đi, phần người đi xa, phần đã mất. Bạn bè của cha mẹ chúng ta không còn bao nhiêu. Gia đình các hộ mới cũng có những gia đình với cha mẹ già, cha mẹ không có bạn bè. Trông nom cha mẹ chỉ có con cái và chúng ta nghỉ đó là bổn phận của chúng ta, chúng ta phải đền đáp.


05/04 Japan quake: Aid worker's diary

5 April 2011 Last updated at 12:26 GMT

Japan quake: Aid worker's diary

Kathy Mueller is working for the International Federation of Red Cross (IFRC) in Japan, which was hit by a devastating earthquake and tsunami on 11 March. This is her account.

Day Eleven

A woman catches up on sleep at a centre in Yamada, Iwate prefectureFor those in shelters a return to normal life is more pressing than nuclear fears

It is a sensitive subject, one that I am not sure if I should raise when I meet survivors of the tsunami who now spend their days camped out in evacuation centres.

But the media is paying so much attention to it I feel I have a responsibility to ask about if those most affected by the 11 March double disaster are as concerned about the threat of nuclear contamination as reporters are.

I visit the Red Cross hospital in Ishinomaki. Staff tell me they keep abreast of developments and check radiation levels every day. They have been trained in what to do following a nuclear event, but as yet they have not treated anyone for high levels of radiation. Not one patient has asked about it.

I visit one evacuation centre after another and wait for someone to bring up the topic; no one does. Even in Fukushima prefecture, which is home to the now famously troubled nuclear plant, when asked, tsunami survivors are more worried about when they'll be able to move out of the evacuation centres and return home.

This is what is stressing them, their inability to live a normal life, not that radiation levels are higher than normal.

Red Cross medical staff say living in large evacuation centres is far from ideal. The food portions, while sufficient, are not quite as nutritious or enjoyable as a home-cooked meal. There is no privacy. In some centres, there is little or no heat. There is no family atmosphere.

"I just want my home back," cries one woman. Here on the ground, it is clear what their priorities are.

Day Ten

A teddy bear covered in mud, broken tea cups, family photo albums filled with moments captured of happier times. All very personal reminders that hundreds of thousands of people had their lives forever changed on 11 March 2011.

A discarded Winnie the Pooh sits amid debris left in the city of Otsuchi in north-eastern JapanResidents in quake-hit towns say they want a return to normal life

I purposely look for these personal touches while climbing through the debris left behind by the tsunami. The story of the disaster in Japan is more than just burned buildings, houses ripped from their foundations, twisted metal or nuclear risks. We must remember that hundreds of thousands of mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, grandmothers and grandfathers are now living what is easier to imagine as the set of a Hollywood movie.

"I just want my town back. I just want my life back," cries one woman softly in an evacuation centre in Otsuchi, Iwate prefecture. They don't have water here and are forced to wash their dishes and clothes in the nearby river, in water that is still frigidly cold from the long winter months.

Boredom is setting in; there's not much to do here. In this particular evacuation centre, there are only two children. One young boy spends his time blowing up a plastic bag and making an impromptu balloon. We take turns kicking it to each other. And now they have to move. From the relatively heated comfort of the large facility they are in, to smaller huts; huts that will be plunged into darkness when night falls. There is as yet no electricity.

I chat with Kimito Iwama, a man who spends his day clearing the roads. He lost his home, and his parents and brother are still missing. At the end of every day, he goes looking for them before heading to an evacuation centre where he helps manage the needs of 140 of his neighbours.

"I am afraid we will lose the attention of the media," he says; when the media move on, the world often forgets. "Please don't forget about us."

Day Seven

"The earthquake saved my life."

It's a strange thing to hear, coming from the chief nurse in the maternity ward at the Red Cross hospital in Ishinomaki. Yukie Masaka (39) was at her seaside home when the 9.0 magnitude quake shook it to its core.

As a nurse for many years, and having experienced several earthquakes, Yukie realized that this one was serious. She knew there would be a lot of people hurt.

Kozue Sato and her daughter born on 26th March (Photo: Olav A. Saltbones/Norwegian Red Cross)Nurses are juggling routine work with helping the thousands of quake victims

Her nursing instinct and desire to help others kicked in immediately. Yukie hopped into her car and sped to the hospital. "If I had left five minutes later, I would be dead," she tells me.

When Yukie had the chance to return to her home, she found it in ruins; everything was gone. She now lives with friends.

Yukie does not focus on what she has lost. Instead, she directs her energy to helping the thousands of extra patients who now cross the threshold of the hospital in which she works.

At the end of her 22-hour shift, despite her weariness, she agrees to take a few minutes to talk with me.

She tells me that time flies very quickly; there is so much to do. Not only does she oversee patient care in the maternity ward, she is also in charge of all the administrative duties.

They have enough medication to assist new mothers, what they need is more staff. "Our staff are so exhausted," she says quietly.

And yet, amid the exhaustion, death and destruction, there is new life, and Yukie and her staff are witness to it.

There have been 60 babies born at this hospital since the earthquake and tsunami, many to mothers who lost loved ones on 11 March. It is the strength of these mothers that gets Yukie through her 22 hour shifts.

"I am amazed by the mothers' almost primal need to protect their child," says Yukie. "Their will to protect their unborn child is so strong. That gives me a lot of strength."

Day Six

I walk into the evacuation centre in Yamada in north-east Japan. The first thing I notice is the hundreds of makeshift sleeping quarters mapped out on the gymnasium floor. The second thing I notice is a big smile on the face of one man.

It strikes me as odd. How can he smile, I wonder, given that he is now homeless and has just lived through the unimaginable. I want to know more about this man. I ask my translator and he is introduced to me as Ken Minato, a 67-year-old fisherman.

Ken Minato (L), a fisherman in the community of Yamada, Iwate prefecture, talks with a volunteer from the Japanese Red Cross Society. Minato now lives in an evacuation centre with more than 260 of his neighbours after their homes were destroyed by the tsunami. Photo: Owaki Mutsuhiko / Japanese Red Cross SocietyKen Minato (L) is encouraging other tsunami survivors with his infectious smile

Ken is warm and welcoming, his handshake strong and firm. He starts to share his story. He was at work when the tsunami struck, at a fishing office with an ocean view that would be the envy of almost anyone.

The water poured in and his colleague went to check on the boats. It was the last time he would see his friend.

Ken ran up into the hills. He watched as the water rushed through the walls of his office. He talks about people running to a place that had been considered a safe evacuation centre. The tsunami struck there too. What the tsunami didn't strike, fire later destroyed.

My curiosity gets the better of me and I ask Ken about his ability to still smile.

"I have to live on," he says, "so I have to smile. I have no reason to stay in grief."

His smile is helping others who now call this gymnasium home. "We are all encouraging each other," he says. "I don't know how long we will be here. But I don't want to leave, unless we can all leave together."

It is a comment that couldn't help but make me smile.

Day Five

Amid all the destruction, it is a safe haven. As everything around it was engulfed by the raging waters of the tsunami and the subsequent fires triggered by ignited fuel, the Shinto shrine in Otsuchi stood tall and strong.

The Matsuhashi familyThe Matsuhashi family, whose home burned after the tsunami, now live with 18 others in a shrine

It is now home to 22 people of all ages who managed to make it through that awful day. I spend a few hours visiting here, getting to know a family of four, the Matsuhashi family.

Tomoyuki, 41, is the keeper of the shrine and he was working there when the ground shook like never before.

He tells me how he ran to the room where his invalid father lay, to stop furniture from falling on him. He heard firefighters issuing warnings to evacuate because of the approaching tsunami. Soon after he saw the massive cloud of dust created when the giant wave crushed every house that stood in its way.

His father told him to go, to leave him and save himself. Tomoyuki refused, forcefully carrying his father up into the safety of the hills. Other elderly people could be seen climbing out of windows and scrambling to safety.

They watched as the water crept closer to the 360-year-old shrine. But it stopped at the first step. They saw flames from a forest fire creep closer from the other side. But they too stopped within a few feet of the shrine.

Tomoyuki believes that God protected the shrine that day. One has to wonder, when this one building remains intact while everything around it lies in ruins.

Day Four

It is freezing here in northern Japan. Every day we are driving through heavy snow. At night, the mercury dips below zero. I shudder as I climb into my sleeping bag, beneath the blankets of the hotel bed, not even bothering to change out of my clothes. Fuel is still being rationed, so there is no heat here.

Elderly women sit around the only space heater in an evacuation centre in Iwate prefecture in northeastern Japan on 29 March 2011Fuel shortages mean that many are experiencing severe cold in evacuation centres

And as I drift off, I think about how cold the people in the evacuation centres must be. I visited one in Yamada, a youth centre that is now housing approximately 40 handicapped elderly tsunami survivors. They can't feed themselves. They can't take care of themselves. They can't move.

During the day, these frail, crumpled people sit bundled up in blankets around the space heater that is inadequate to warm the large common room. At night, they are moved to individual sleeping quarters, where there are no heaters. I wonder - will they have survived the devastating events of 11 March only to succumb to the cold?

Japanese Red Cross doctors tell me they are now treating more patients for influenza and hypothermia. Body temperatures are plummeting in the cold weather. People, particularly the vulnerable elderly population, are shivering and confused. It is a challenge to meet their needs.

Red Cross teams have searched but cannot find adequate shelter for them. Even if they did find better accommodation, there isn't the fuel to transport people and most don't want to leave. They want to stay in surroundings they are familiar with, even if those surroundings are full of broken buildings, twisted metal, and overturned cars.

Day Three

On a normal day, the gym at this youth centre in Yamada, Iwate prefecture, would be filled with kids, shooting hoops, or playing volleyball or badminton. But these are not normal days. This gym is now doubling as an evacuation centre; it is home to almost 300 earthquake and tsunami survivors.

Katsuko (R) and her husband KisaburoKatsuko (R) and her husband Kisaburo

They huddle together on blankets on the floor, their meagre belongings crammed tightly into plastic bags form a mini-fortress around their allotted space.

An elderly couple invite me to sit. Katsuko does all the talking. Her husband, Kisaburo, is now 80 years old, and his hearing is failing him. She tells me their house is on top of a hill and survived the disaster, but they don't have water or electricity so they now live in the evacuation centre.

She talks about losing her brother, nieces and nephews when the giant waves swept through their town. She says many more are still missing, but she doesn't cry. She says she can't show tears. She is not the only one who is suffering.

Katsuko says she is grateful for the three meals she and her husband are receiving at the centre, for the heat that is provided. She has managed to have two showers since the tsunami, humbly visiting a relative's house to do so.

Katsuko says she needs nothing, explaining that she can at least return to her house to retrieve clothing. She wants us to focus on her neighbours, who lost absolutely everything.

These are long days in the evacuation centres. There is not much to do, but Katsuko doesn't complain. She passes the time sleeping, chatting with other ladies, and walking around the centre to keep in shape.

She and Kisaburo have experienced a lot during their 50 years of marriage. When I ask for their wedding date, she laughs, saying she can't remember. It is then her husband speaks for the first time. "January 16th," he says with a smile. "You shouldn't forget that!" A small moment of levity at a time when laughter is hard to come by.

Day Two

Today we visited Iwate prefecture, one of the areas hardest hit by the earthquake and tsunami. Sitting north of the epicentre, more than 70km of its coastline was obliterated by the 10m-high wave.

Snow flurries and cold temperatures hamper relief efforts in northeastern Japan. This photo was taken in Yamada Town, Iwate Prefecture.Snow flurries and cold temperatures are hampering relief efforts in north-eastern Japan

Electricity, for the most part, is still out. The main water supply has been severed and more than 45,000 survivors are now housed in 370 evacuation centres. Their immediate needs are a regular supply of food, water, warm clothing, heat, medicines and bedding.

A Japanese Red Cross logistician tells me that people are happy to see him and his team. But he admits they can't adequately meet people's needs, largely because there isn't enough fuel to get supplies or aid workers where they need to go.

On the way to Yamada town, where he is working, we passed many petrol stations that were closed; others had queues of cars stretching for kilometres.

Even though some were making emergency vehicles - like those of the Red Cross - a priority, we were still allowed to get only 10 litres at a time.

The lack of fuel is one of several obstacles in the struggle to help the people of Japan get back on their feet.

But things are expected to improve in the near future. One of the country's largest oil refineries is back on-line, and that should help ease the shortage.

Until that happens, I'm afraid recovery is going take longer than anticipated.

Day One

It is my first full day in Japan after arriving from Pakistan, where I was working on flood relief operations for the International Federation of Red Cross and Red Crescent Societies.

Kathy Mueller of the IFRCKathy Mueller: "Aftershocks is one of the main topics of conversation among colleagues"

Aftershocks is one of the main topics of conversations among my colleagues at the Japanese Red Cross headquarters here in Tokyo. The building is a hub of activity as local staff, dressed in their grey and red emergency gear, co-ordinate everything from the logistics of engaging in such a large-scale relief operation, to determining where to next deploy their medical teams.

The fear of radiation contamination from the Fukushima nuclear plant is also much discussed. Today I head into the field; towards Fukushima to meet with one of the Red Cross disaster management teams working in the area. My supervisor reminds me that if I am at all concerned, I don't have to go.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

29/03 Japan’s earthquake and tsunami: An American teacher’s account

Japan’s earthquake and tsunami: An American teacher’s account

/ Courtesy of Jessica Besecker - Jessica Besecker, a friend of Taylor Anderson, is a teacher in Kesennuma, Japan through the JET Program.



By Elizabeth Flock, Tuesday, March 29, 7:50 PM

It was a typical March day in Kesennuma, Japan, blustery with the threat of snow, and Jessica Besecker had made the mistake of wearing shorts to school.

That morning, the 24-year-old had promised to pick up another American schoolteacher after school. She spent the day at Matsuiwa Junior High School in a flurry of preparation for graduation the following day.

At 2:46 p.m., Besecker was typing in the staff room when she felt the earth move. She looked over at another staff member sitting near her, a female student on the phone and another girl standing in the doorway.

All four froze.

The girl in the doorway began to cry, then crouched on the floor with the other student, and Besecker put her arms around them.

Besecker remembered the 7.2-magnitude quake that had hit the country two days earlier and wondered why they didn’t know this was coming.

The bigger the jolts became, the tighter they gripped one another. Spotting a cabinet full of glasses above them, Besecker pulled the girls to one side to protect them.

Another member of the staff, blood on his hands and face, rushed into the room to get on the PA system. Besecker pushed the girls outside the door. There was blood everywhere on the man, but he searched for the system, and only when he figured out it wouldn’t work did he stand still for Besecker and the other staff member to dab at him with tissues.

As they cleaned his wound, the quaking subsided.

Outside the school, the male students bragged to Besecker and the other teachers that they weren’t scared; they were tough. Many of the girls cried.

Besecker tried to comfort the students, but the Japanese words she had accumulated over 21 / 2 years failed her. Instead, she made shushing noises and rubbed their backs.

And then she remembered her mother and realized the news that America would wake up to. When Besecker took out her phone, the kids asked her how she could be on the Internet at a time like this. Besecker explained that while their moms were in Kesennuma, hers was very far away. They nodded. She posted on Twitter: Huge “quake. Will update later. So far it’s all ok. Kids are safe.” It would be the last her mother would hear from her for seven days.

Matsuiwa Junior High School lies close to the coast but high above ground. So minutes later, when the tsunami rose, Besecker could see the giant wave stretched across the horizon, its white crest advancing.

The tsunami alarm went off. The announcements were in Japanese, and Besecker couldn’t understand them. As alarms sounded, she thought of the friend she’d promised to pick up. When she asked the principal if she could leave, he told her: “Impossible. The roads have all been washed out.”


Besecker saw something catch fire. It was boats out in the harbor, and the boats were carrying the fire into the town on the wave. It looked like a huge wall of fire.

Aftershocks began to rock Kesennuma, and it became unsafe to go back into the school building. To Besecker, it felt like standing on a wooden floor, with someone underneath pushing up separate planks all around her.

Snow fell that afternoon, and the wind picked up. The kids were shivering in their uniforms; Besecker shivered in her shorts.

The teachers rushed to gather metal buckets and wood from school projects to make small bonfires. Some of the boys found tents that they had used for Sports Day. Other kids got tatami mats out of the judo house so they didn’t have to sit on wet dirt. The students huddled inside the tents for warmth.

A few snack cakes and drinks that had been prepared for graduation were doled out. Besecker had Girl Scout cookies in her bag and invited the children to taste “American” cookies.

As night fell, news came of what the rest of Kesennuma looked like. The waters had gone up to the second floor of a nearby building. The roads were washed out.

Some of the students’ parents came to pick them up, but others were left behind and climbed into the school bus to sleep.

The other teachers crawled into their cars. Huddling in her vehicle under a tiny blanket, Besecker still had no idea of how bad the damage was.

She had heard it was a 7.9-magnitude quake, not a 9.0.

She learned that the friend she was supposed to pick up that day was safe. But she didn’t yet know that another close friend and teacher, with whom she had just gone on a two-week vacation to Seoul, had died on her bicycle in the tsunami wave.

She didn’t know that others would go missing or die too: the owner of a local dance club, a chef, a friend from the Kesennuma bars.


elizabethflock@wpost.com

29/03 In Ishinomaki, Japan, stories of survival and loss

In Ishinomaki, Japan, stories of survival and loss

Gallery: Devastation in Ishinomaki, Japan: Ishinomaki, in northeast Japan, was one of the cities hardest hit by the earthquake and tsunami March 11.


By Andrew Higgins, Brigid Schulte and Joel Achenbach, Tuesday, March 29, 9:39 PM

Hiroshi Kameyama, the mayor of Ishinomaki, put on a formal business suit that morning, March 11, and drove 35 miles down the coast to Sendai to attend a symposium on the commercialization of algae.

The mayor, a former engineering professor, enjoyed talking about science and saw an opportunity to speak to potential investors about his city’s overlooked charms. Ishinomaki was not glamorous, but it had fine roads, a university and a lovely, meandering coastline dotted with bays and beaches.

His city had excellent access to the sea.

That morning, Toshikatsu Kumagai, a 34-year-old newspaper reporter, set off in the same direction, stopping in a nearby town to get details about a local council budget meeting. It was shaping up as a slow news day. Kumagai’s paper, circulation 5,000, would hit the streets that afternoon with a front-page story about an elderly councilman who had died of an ulcer and an article about children who had performed well in an abacus contest.

A few miles away, on the other side of Ishinomaki, Taylor Anderson, a 24-year-old English teacher from Richmond, rode her bike that morning to Mangokuura Elementary School. She needed to work on plans for a graduation ceremony the next day.

Spring was close at hand, but the fields were still brown. The forecast called for a late-winter snow. The ocean was cold, gray and calm.

Out at sea, beneath the floor of the Pacific, immense and chaotic geological forces were at work. They were invisible to humans, save for the suggestion in the rugged landscape that this is a place shaped by ancient compressions and upheavals.

In this land of volcanoes, earthquakes, typhoons and tsunamis, the Japanese people have overcome natural catastrophes and a terrible world war to create a highly advanced, technological society. They pride themselves on disaster preparation. Their buildings can roll with seismic waves. Their coastal cities have seawalls and tsunami sirens.

In Ishinomaki, loudspeakers dangled from lampposts, ready to broadcast the warning that a wave was coming and everyone must run for higher ground.

Mayors, journalists, teachers, schoolchildren — they all knew how to take cover under a desk when the earth began to shake. They were fully prepared for a disaster.

But no one could have been ready for the one they got.

The teacher

Taylor Anderson taught English to Japanese students in a program that assigned her to eight different schools in this coastal city. She had been in Japan 21 / 2 years, working on contract with the Japan Exchange and Teaching Program (JET). She loved the country, loved the language, loved reading Japanese authors and had begun to play taiko, the Japanese drum.


She hung out with other American teachers, organizing their trips to karaoke bars. The American schoolteachers in Ishinomaki called themselves the “Ishi crew,” and many lived in the same apartment building in an older part of the city.

Ishinomaki, population 162,000, wasn’t anyone’s first choice for a teaching assignment. It wasn’t as exciting as Tokyo or even Sendai. And it had a certain smell. That was one of the first things many Americans noticed. Fish processors made pink paste that the Japanese plopped onto ramen noodles. Miso factories made paste from fermented soybeans. Another factory made paper, and another made soy sauce.

But Ishinomaki, a sprawling wedge of land that included a city and a host of towns and villages, grew on the foreign teachers. Although newer sections were crowded with fast-food joints, 7-Elevens and retail stores, the older part of town had wooden structures that preserved the traditional texture of Japan. The city had never been the target of a bombing raid during World War II. It had never had a major fire. The worst event had been a tsunami in A.D. 869, so far back in time as to be almost mythical.

This was, from all appearances, a place where nothing much had ever happened, and nothing much ever would.

At 2:46 that afternoon, one of the American teachers, Aaron Jarrad, 26, had just said goodbye to his youngest students and was typing on his laptop, setting up his teaching schedule into August. When the earth began to shake, he slid underneath a table.

Jarrad, who came from Phoenix, knew what an earthquake felt like — there’d been one just a couple of days earlier. He’d been a little unnerved. Some of the Japanese teachers had teased the jittery American.

“This is Japan. We have earthquakes. Get over it,” they had told him.

But this was more violent. When the shaking stopped, Jarrad typed a one word e-mail to his family in Phoenix.

“Safe.”

Jarrad’s friend Steve Corbett, driving to a favorite coffee shop, pulled over as the ground heaved. A hotel in front of him swayed so violently that the 25-year-old schoolteacher feared it would collapse. People ran out of a sushi restaurant and an electronics store, embracing one another, falling to their knees. Corbett had lived through his share of earthquakes growing up in California, but he had never felt the earth convulse like this. The worst lasted five minutes. Corbett timed the aftershocks. The earth didn’t settle for 12 minutes.

“I honestly was expecting crevices to open in the ground in front of my eyes,” he said later.

He turned on the radio and heard a man speaking frantically:

“It is now 2:55 p.m. At approximately 3:00 p.m., a tsunami six meters [19 feet] in height will reach land in Miyagi prefecture. Move now to the highest ground you can find.”

Corbett gunned his car to the nearest hill.

“I thought I was running for my life with the end of the world chasing me,” he said.

At Mangokuura Elementary School, Anderson and the other teachers had led their students onto the playground and had helped parents retrieve their children. More than 300 of the kids had been swiftly whisked away when the tsunami warning sounded. About 50 remained. The teachers decided to move them to a nearby junior high that was farther inland.

“A tsunami will come,” a teacher, Fuminao Takada, recalls warning her.

“I know,” Anderson replied in Japanese, nodding.

The teachers saw her pedaling away, standing high on the bike, pumping furiously. Anderson headed down Route 398, the Onagawa Highway, which paralleled the coast, not far from the open water of Ishinomaki Bay.

The science

The Big One was supposed to hit elsewhere. The consensus among public officials and many scientists in Japan was that the next mega-quake would most likely occur on the Nankai Trough, a tectonic plate boundary southwest of Tokyo. Two sections of that fault had already broken, and since the 1970s the scientific orthodoxy in Japan had been that the easternmost section was primed to break next. Officials had designated the hypothetical event the “Tokai Earthquake.”

But earthquake science is still a young field, and the seismological record goes back only a century or so. The theory of plate tectonics dates only to the 1960s. It has been only since that time that scientists have come to understand that the Japan Trench, a deep furrow in the sea floor running north to south just off the coast of Japan, is where two enormous plates of the Earth come together, one fitfully sliding beneath the other. The entire Pacific Plate is moving toward Japan at about 31 / 2 inches a year. Its leading edge is jammed under Japan, and the country is literally being lifted higher. The strain builds over time, until it is released in an earthquake.

Scientists believed that this section of the Japan Trench could experience magnitude 7 and 8 earthquakes, perhaps as high as 8.4, but not magnitude 9. That’s the difference between a destructive event and a catastrophic one. The earthquake scale is logarithmic: A magnitude 9 is 10 times more powerful than a magnitude 8.

Only in the past few years had a few scientists decided that perhaps the seismological community had underestimated the Japan Trench’s capacity for a mega-quake. One man in particular sounded the alarm: Yasutaka Ikeda, a University of Tokyo seismologist.


Ikeda’s calculations showed that the magnitude 7 and 8 earthquakes along the Japan Trench were not releasing all the strain that had to be accumulating over time. In 2006, he put together a PowerPoint presentation titled “Long-term and short-term rates of crustal deformation over the northeast Japan arc, and their implications for gigantic earthquakes at the Japan Trench.”

His concluding slide stated that most of the strain would be released “in association with a big decoupling event (Mw ~9) on the subduction zone!”

He had no idea when this magnitude 9 event might happen. Such is the unfortunate fact of earthquake science.

On the morning of March 11, Ikeda took a flight to China. When he landed, he heard that there had been a magnitude 8.8 earthquake on the Japan Trench. He didn’t believe it at first. There must be some mistake.

But it was true. Indeed, it turned out to be a 9.0 quake — the largest in the history of Japan.

Ikeda felt sick. He suddenly had no desire to return home. He didn’t want to see what had happened. His theory had been vindicated, but he felt nothing but sorrow and regret.

Because what difference had his research made?

“It’s not a success story at all,” he said later by e-mail. “It’s my regret and many Japanese geologists’ regret that our works had nothing to do with mitigating disaster caused by the Mw 9.0 earthquake of 11th March.

“We did fail.”

The reporter

Toshikatsu Kumagai, the newspaper reporter, thought he knew about tsunamis. He remembered the last one, just a year ago, after the Chilean earthquake sent a wave across the Pacific. By the time it hit Ishinomaki, it was ankle-high and barely slapped the beach.

So he wasn’t perturbed by this latest tsunami warning. Driving his white Honda home on a road near the coast, he hoped to see the wave come in.

Around 3:20 p.m., as he neared a bridge over the Satagawa, a usually placid river on the western side of Ishinomaki, he saw a truck in front of him come to an abrupt stop. He got out of the car, more curious than alarmed, and started taking photographs.

Then, the screams.

“I heard this strange sound — zah-zah-zah — and saw water splashing over the bridge. I thought ‘This is a tsunami.’ ”

His car was blocked by the truck. He had to make a run for it. With the water racing toward him, he ran to the side of the road and spotted a fence. He would climb it, he told himself, and stay above the water.

That was when the wave swallowed him up.

This was like the tsunami of A.D. 869 — an event out of deep time, beyond anyone’s experience. It was simple physics at work. The giant plates of the Earth had decoupled in a magnitude-9 release of strain, just as Ikeda had predicted. The seafloor had risen, lifting the ocean, creating a hill of water just off the coast. The ensuing tsunami functioned like a fleet of bulldozers lined up side to side, with more bulldozers behind them. The waves leveled everything in their path.

“So this is what dying is like,” Kumagai thought.

The mayor

Take me back to Ishinomaki, said Hiroshi Kameyama, the mayor, to his driver outside the hotel in Sendai.

Kameyama had come out of academia and was now 68, bespectacled and less buttoned-down than the typical Japanese public official. He was a member of the Japanese Society for Laughter and Humor Studies, a tongue-in-cheek scholarly organization. Nothing in his past had prepared him for what he would face in the hours ahead.


The mayor telephoned his wife. She said their house was filling with water. She was on the second floor with the mayor’s 92-year-old mother, enduring a barrage of aftershocks.

The roads had been crumpled by the temblor, and Kameyama’s driver made slow progress. The mayor noticed rice fields that were inundated. But it couldn’t be so: They had taken a route away from the coast, miles from the sea.

Night fell. Not until 10 p.m. did they reach the center of the city. A journey that would normally take 45 minutes had lasted seven hours.

With no electricity to power streetlights or homes, it was pitch dark. The mayor got out to walk the rest of the way to his office, but the water was too high. His mobile phone went dead.

“Everything was sinking,” he said.

In City Hall, hundreds of bureaucrats were marooned on the upper floors of the hulking pink building. Originally a department store, it had few windows. All the exits were submerged. An emergency generator provided flickering light.

Around 11, he finally reached a makeshift emergency command center in Ishinomaki’s Red Cross Hospital, located on high ground about 21 / 2 miles from the sea.

The mayor huddled with Self-Defense Forces officers on the second floor, grappling with agonizing decisions about how to deploy the few resources still under their control — a handful of ambulances that hadn’t been swept away, a few doctors who had managed to reach higher ground. The aftershocks continued to rattle the darkened city.

“It was total chaos. I had to be very strict,” the mayor said later. He ordered the hospital to admit only those in need of treatment and turn away others who simply needed a safe place to stay.

As temperatures dipped to near freezing, tens of thousands of residents were left to fend for themselves.

A night adrift

Kumagai, the reporter, had never learned to swim. Now he found himself in what had become, for the moment, an extension of the Pacific Ocean — a great mass of seawater tipped by the earthquake onto the shores of northern Japan.


He struggled to stay above the surface, freezing and battered by broken pieces of the world he once inhabited. He found rescue in the form of a plastic tub that bobbed in the water. The tub kept him afloat. He eventually saw the red hull of a capsized boat and, exhausted, clambered atop it.

As night fell, the snow came. A house torn from its foundations floated by with people clinging to the roof. They shouted to him, then disappeared into the darkness. His own sanctuary twisted in the water but stayed in place, snagged on debris.

“I just sat still trying to not waste any energy,” he recalled.

He dozed off briefly. He startled awake to find the nightmare real.

Daybreak brought a glimmer of hope: A helicopter buzzed overhead. He waved. No one waved back. The helicopter was surveying a coastline of such overwhelming destruction and tragedy that a man clinging to a capsized boat was easily overlooked.

It was not until well into morning, some 18 hours after the tsunami carried him away, that another helicopter spotted Kumagai and hoisted him to safety. Soon he was at the Red Cross Hospital, where the mayor had wound up the night before.

Though bruised and worried about the numbness in his leg, he suffered most from what he didn’t know. He didn’t know who had lived and who had died. He didn’t know if his mother and father had survived.

There were so many people with worse injuries that he was quickly released from the hospital. He finally tracked down his parents, brother and pet cat, Chibi. They were among the lucky ones along this ravaged coast.

The missing

The morning after, Saturday, March 12, the scale of the disaster in Ishinomaki became clear. At Okawa Elementary School, only 31 of 108 students who had shown up for class were known to have survived. The rest were dead or missing. Following the same well-practiced drill that had been performed at Taylor Anderson’s school, the students had gathered on the playground to wait for help — and then were swept away by the tsunami.

Along the coast between Okawa and Ishinomaki’s central district, the town of Onagawa, population 10,000, had been erased but for a flooded hospital on a hill and the shattered remains of a marine exhibition hall. The tsunami had carried seawater miles inland, to places that couldn’t even see the ocean.

In the days afterward, the American teachers sent texts, e-mails or updated their Facebook pages when they could get a wireless signal. They tried to account for all 11 teachers who had been stationed in Ishinomaki. Corbett went from shelter to shelter, and from hospital to hospital, with a list of names.

Aaron Jarrad was finally able to send an e-mail to his family: “I love you all dearly im safe please don’t worry too much”

The only one missing was Anderson.

The school where she had taught that day had barely been damaged by the waves, and the U.S. Embassy initially told her family that she’d been spotted at a hospital. But when Anderson’s friends pressed embassy officials, they said they had spoken too soon.

Eleven days after the earthquake, Anderson’s body was found near a high school along the highway near the ocean, her friends said. She had made it about halfway back to her apartment.

The aftermath

Mayor Kameyama now spends his days struggling to comfort the citizens of Ishinomaki and trying to calm mounting anger over the shortage of food. He sleeps on a couch in his office. He worries about nuclear radiation.

The tsunami caused damage at a nuclear power plant in nearby Onagawa, and though officials say the danger there has passed, the mayor remains anxious. Eighty-five miles down the coast, workers for the Tokyo Electric Power Co. are struggling to bring the six-reactor Fukushima Daiichi complex under control.

There was another aftershock Monday in Ishinomaki, and a tsunami warning. A false alarm, it turned out, but the authorities discovered that the batteries on many of the emergency loudspeakers no longer work. Officials scrambled to replace them.

By Tuesday, 2,283 corpses had been identified in Ishinomaki, and 2,643 people were still missing. Nearly 23,000 people were in shelters, and thousands more shivered in damaged and waterlogged homes.

The mayor wonders if the warning system worked too well over the years — if some people had grown complacent.

“We are too used to earthquakes and hearing alarms,” he said.

Scientists warn that another mega-quake is possible, perhaps one farther south on the Japan Trench, closer to Tokyo. It might not happen for many years, decades or even centuries. Or it could happen any day, any moment.


higginsandrew@washpost.com
schulteb@washpost.com
achenbachj@washpost.com

Higgins reported from Ishinomaki, Onagawa and Sendai; Schulte and Achenbach reported from Washington. Staff writers Michael Alison Chandler in Tokyo and Elizabeth Flock and researchers Kyoko Tanaka and Madonna Lebling contributed to this report.