This Belgian-Turk no longer recognizes his hometown where he goes every year on vacation. No one in his family was affected by the aftermath of the earthquake, but he mourns familiar faces.
By Jean-Philippe de Vogelaère
JI just lived a week like I was high. I am present, but my mind can’t get rid of the images that I store, often very late, in front of the television or on the internet. I am paralyzed by the horror discovering the fate of the families affected by the earthquake. It’s crazy. Already more than 31,000 dead… People we met every day. These faces that we will never see again. How life can be taken in a fraction of a second. And what’s left? From the dust of the passage…”
With this offer, enjoy:
-
Unlimited access to all the articles, files and reports of the editorial staff -
The newspaper in digital version -
Reading comfort with limited advertising
