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it would be obvious for all of them to change or lose their snobby attitude after something like this quake… but no, some people will never change. you’d think that some of them would realize some things after having spent one or two nights sleeping in the streets, that they would stop thinking that they’re worth more then the other haitians. but no, some people never learn anything from any situation. now i shouldn’t be criticizing  the fact im gonna talk about, beeecause i know too much people that are in that stupid situation. but..oh well…

Fact: Parc du souvenir appears to be doing 2500$ funerals… that’s nonsense, since hundreds of thousands of haitians died in the quake. but, there’s nothing no one can say about it, if they want to raise their prices so high. 

Other fact: almost all the dead bodies are being piled up in pits… due to their number. that’s something understandable, there’s nothing to say about it, that’s just called cleaning the streets.

Third fact: SOME PEOPLE, (and there are a lot of them) are actually paying these funerals at that price while the rest of the country is dying of hunger & thirst. what sense does that make? now what i think, is that, they should make them freaking pay more…. pay 90% taxes, make them pay and extra 2000$ for the coffin, pay a 1000$ suit for the body, pay pay pay!! since that’s what they want to do…  hm? how did you feel after the funerals? know that this money could’ve bought food for lots of people… that are alive?! 

now, think what you want, tell me im disrespecting dead people… they… are DEAD! damn it! but that’s not my point, lemme relax a bit… that is not .. my point… at all… On peyi ap mouri grangou, tout bagay kraze ladann, nou supozeman pa gen sink kob pou rekonstwi’l … men ou menm, kòm ou twò ZUZU pou moun mouri’w yo antere menm kote ak lot moun mouri yo, ou pito al peye gwosseu kob saa, aulieu ou investil… ou pito jete’s miami ak piti ou epi bliye te gen on bagay ki rele ayiti? se sa… kite blan an fin konstui peyi a pou ou…apre sa rele musyeu papa… 

the first thing i said when people at my house were talking about he quake is « at least some people are gonna stop being so self centered and will start seeing that there are other haitians living around them. » … apparently… they didn’t.

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South-East Coast. Haiti.

 

im sick of seeing sad images of my country… as if there was no chance for it to become like that again. that’s something no quake is gonna change… to me, haiti’s always gonna be the prettiest. always…

no quake is gonna change that you’re the only place where freedom means something to me.

no quake can change that you’re the only place i can call home…

im not crazy, i just beleive in you a lot…

i beleive that if we all get together there’s nothing we can’t fix…

because no quake can change the fact that i love you. ❤

… it’s good cause then you realize, none of all these stupidities everyone here wants, really mattered. partying never mattered, fancy clothes, making a big deal about how your hair is done, huge & expensive armored cars, summers at the beach in Miami, having a beautiful body, nice hair… you realize all this was BULLSHIT; that all this was going nowhere, a big nasty pile of POINTLESS time-wasting crap! Now you have to open up your eyes and face reality with all it’s details and find a way to compress years of growing up into these 35 seconds, that changed everything. You can’t think the same way you used to, you’re not allowed to have the same priorities as you did before… Now you know what really counts in life… loving your brother more than anything, having the people you care about close to you… or simply being alive, being able to eat, sleep,… nothing else. Now you see what it is to live in insecurity… to have doubts on how tomorrow’s gonna be, to feel the ground shaking at anytime (the shaking even woke you up once.), to hear about dead people everyday,… banks that are closed, schools also… This is driving you crazy right?! You’re becoming paranoïd, you can’t go in the dark alone, you cry for no reasons… wait, but you do have reasons, all this crying results from these horrible images: destroyed favellas, people crying, trucks piling up thousands of corpses in huge pits… and this happening now. That’s why you’re afraid of the dark… cause you feel like all this is surrounding you as soon as you turn off the light. It’s been nine days… it’s getting worse. The more time passes, the more i have to deal with the fact that this reality won’t go away… yup. it’s not a dream.

You might not wanna know what happened to me. You might only be interested to what happened to you aunt or your grandpa that are in haiti and that you can’t reach by phone. I can’t blame you for that, though you can’t blame me for wanting to write all this, since there’s no one else but my blog that can sit and listen to it. 

I was at school in PE class when all this happened going to get water with a friend. We felt the ground shaking, but we didn’t pay attention, because none of us had experienced that before, so we continued walking. but then it started shaking a lot more and we could hear the PE teacher screaming for us to lay on the ground. Then everyone got up and ran to go get their phones and try to call their parents… I tried to call my dad; the only thing i could hear was the « beep beep » it does when it’s busy. and disconnected.. i got extremely worried about him. worried. Then i heard someone scream that phones weren’t working… and a few seconds after that first shaking, i saw my school three stories building become a 2 meters high pile of debris. I was to chocked to start crying like the other girls in my class, i ran outside probably thinking my dad was already there… which was impossible because i live very far away from my school. i went back inside, and the only thing i could do was take pictures, still not able to believe what had just happened. It shook a second time, so i got scared and went to a friend’s house that lives next to my school. There, i started crying. I wanted to call my dad, but the beep beep wouldn’t stop… I could see the town from the top of the hill and lots of big houses were down… felt like a movie. a bad dream. People were running in the streets, praying, screaming to god that they knew he could destroy them, that he didn’t have to prove it… But the ground would continue shaking from time to time, and their prayers wouldn’t stop. 

The sky was getting darker. And that’s where my mom called; they were at the beach but they got up a hill because the sea was acting weird. My little brother told me « The sea disappeared…i saw fish, corals… then it came back. But disappeared again. But don’t worry… I took your camera and your computer. » … (i love you antoine.). They told me my dad was coming to get me that all i had to do was to wait and to stay away from walls. My dad got there about 10 minutes after and we went to see how downtown was. We saw a lady on a motorcycle that had a little girl leaning on her, with her face covered with a shred. The lady said the didnt know where to take the kid because the hospital was totally destroyed… 

When we got back to the beach, my neighbor’s hotel had huge crack all over it, the sea was still not at it’s place, my house didnt have much damage, there were broken bottles and glasses on the floor, but nothing very important…

Yesterday i received a tweet asking me details on what i saw…

I saw my school fall in front of me.

I saw people running covered in dust, hearing that their houses fell… sometimes with people in them.

I saw a refugee camp, as they are on tv… people praying, people alive but not really…

I saw a baby half dead, covered in bandaids…

I saw almost 150 people in three little tents… and thousands on the ground outside.

I saw a friend at the cemetery burying his little cousin.

I saw the oldest and prettiest houses of jacmel reduced to nothing.

I saw pickup truck filled with corpses…

I saw my teacher walking to the cemetery behind the car where his wife’s dead body was…

I saw kids from my school, people i KNOW, at the refugee camp…

And lots of stuff… i hear about dead people every second, tsunami alerts when i know i leave at the beach, stupid people trynna take profit, no gas, no water no food.

But what I didnt see though… Is the haitian police and the Mayor. shame.