during today’s chinese class, 2:30pmish:
me – teacher, can we stop a bit? i’m feeling dizzy.
heidi – me too, strange.
a little silence followed, while we realized that the whole apartment on 31st floor was gently swaying back and forth.
heidi – is it an earthquake?
me – hum, you’re probably right.
scary mixed feelings: the urgency of getting cover and feeling safe ground, the panic of being too high to reach safe ground quickly, the fear of the building just collapsing on us (i don’t think many of the buildings in shanghai would resist a serious earthquake).
so after a bit of hesitation, we got our shoes on, ran downstairs and rested a bit in the park until we felt calmer… and eavesdropped on passerby’s who seemed to have either felt it too and seen the buildings moving – or not felt it at all.
i ended up canceling the rest of the class because afterwards i didn’t feel too safe up there and took a taxi towards a coffeeshop on nanjing. the driver had heard about the earthquake on the radio, but didn’t feel anything and proceeded to reassure me that in shanghai, earthquakes were very rare.
good.
