Hi people, it’s now been about 24 hrs since the last recorded quake, so - sigh of relief time.
Thanks again for all the well-wishes. It’s funny, I almost feel guilty that I haven’t got a tale of tradgedy and woe and derring-do, whilst buildings topple and grandmothers wail. Still - let me repay you with the only currency I know…
İzmir lies on a system of criss-crossing fault lines, the one that slipped yesterday was the one that runs out to sea from Urla - a few miles down the coast. The first epicentre was just behind Urla itself at 9:15 - and caused quite a bit of damage to the buildings there - the worst a whole hospital’s worth of windows exploding into the street. The second (around midday) stronger quake epicentre’d out to sea - shaking the whole area.
It happened while I was teaching a class - shook the windows and the chairs my students were sitting on - I kept the class going - because our building (due to the terrorism of last year) now has bars across all the ground floor windows, and only one exit. We have over 500 students in our building… Human puré anyone…? Anyway - a little while later, the building was evacuated with reasonable calmness. Actually - the whole city was shut down. Everyone went home. Me and Brian, my chess-playing lunch buddy, decided to forgo the traffic - and had a quick game over lunch.
Fiddling while Rome burns…? No - there is absolutely fuck-all you can do if an Earthquake occurs. If its bad enough to make buildings come down - you can’t even run, you’re too busy falling over. Die stuck in traffic…? No thankyou.
Anyway - I got home - the house was deserted, I went looking in the local park and found the wife and Artun. They’d been outside all day - away from the buildings (our home is a nice duplex appartment on the ground floor of a 5-story block). The shock had been worse in Bostanlı - which is nearer the sea - and no true bedrock, just soil/shale. My wife said that she’d been bringing the baby back from the creche when the second quake struck at 12 - it was bad enough to sway the concrete streetlamps. Put it this way - the quake was 5.9, most buildings are rated for about 6.5, and ours - being newer - for about 7.0.
The scariest thing was that the second quake was stronger than the first - the usual pattern is a peak quake straight off the bat, and a succession of weaker ones - this time the equation seemed reversed, and everyone was expecting another - even stronger. Hence the sleeping in the car. Or rather - the not sleeping in the car - Artun and Emine passed out straight away on the back seat - I stayed awake, dozing at best. Money in the boot - along with water, clothes, property deeds, passports, gold, and a penknife.
This isn’t the first quake for me, they’re a fairly regular occurence around the beginning of Autumn and the middle of Spring. Something to do with a rapid change in temperature - Summer was hot - but we’ve had a serious cold snap over the last week - this always rings the warning bell.
Usually a quake is no more than a gentle undulating, queasy sensation. Sit cross-legged on your bed - rotate very slowly from the waist - just until your inner ears sense movement - thats the sensation I’m talking about. You can sleep right through it. This kind is common. Quite… Exhilarating.
Maybe 3 times in the last ten years we’ve had stronger ones - they usually occur at night - you wake up, and the bed is juddering, all the car alarms go off at once, the local street dogs start howling in unison. The light swings on its cable, the wardrobe doors clatter. This is when I sit up and look at the Wife - and she looks at me - and we’re both thinking - “Will it stop…?” “Will it get worse…?” “How fast can we get out of here…?” “Have we got time to put on some clothes…?” Luckily - by this time - its stopped. We shrug on some dressing gowns - go out on the balcony - see how many people are outside - and usually go back to bed.
I’ve even had one happen while I was in the bath… That was a very weird feeling.
This time - 9:15 approx - there was no juddering - it felt like someone had just shoved me in the back. We both jerked awake bleary eyed and said “Earthquake…?” The bed kept shaking for a good 10-15 seconds, then stopped. Ten seconds seems like no time at all, doesn’t it. But it’s amazing how fast you can go from fast asleep to wide awake - heart racing and breath aching in your chest. Your body says “run” your brain says “where to…?” Everything is shaking - the whole world is shaking - there is nowhere to go. You’re not scared exactly - but that limbo sensation of a rabbit trapped in the headlights. A paralysis.
Peter’s advice is sound - that and the Turkish saying - “Earthquakes don’t kill people - buildings kill people.” But as for peace of mind - Earthquakes are too big to effect your peace of mind - the mind just shys away from them naturally - already now - just 24hrs later - the news is back to who slept with who, me and Emine are sorting out the central heating and fuel oil bill, worrying about money and buying washing up liquid- life carries on. The idea of several hundred tonnes of concrete landing on your head doesn’t get the baby fed.
Tab.