I have been transfixed on our tv and internet since yesterday watching horrified the devastating effects Hurricane Sandy has brought in to the effects. A calamity so large that we can feel it all the way here in Chicago. Locals have been warned of the 20-30 foot waves in Lake Michigan and there was even a possibility of the Lakeshore Drive closing last night and today.
It is just eerie to me how the images of flood and people trying to traverse them brought back memories of Hurricane Katrina and how surreal it was for me at that time that such a scene could be happening to a first world, super power country like the US. I have seen too much of it from my country, even in my own hometown at one time were 8,000 lives perished in a flash flood. And now it has happened again, this time to the more affluent communities in the States. Nature really knows no socio-economic boundaries. But then of course, if you are rich you are bound to have a second, or a third home somewhere else untouched.
It’s a bit cloudy and chilly day here in Chicago and the mood has me reaching for comfort food. The kind of which we in the typhoon-power prone part of the Philippines reach for during power outages: instant pancit canton and sardines. We are quite seasoned “survivors” to storms and the inconveniences it brings that us kids at that time even welcome the excuse for a no-school-day and rare chance to don our sweaters. But of course, it was nothing like Hurricane Sandy, I would hate to think what storm as powerful as Sandy would bring to a poor and tiny country like the Philippines. It would take years for us to recover. Not to mention lives lost.