I am an earthquake survivor, and one among the thousands of displaced.
2 days after the earthquake I have the courage to go up to the first floor of my house, take my laptop, and throw a Lan cable down through the window into the garage and connect to the Internet to check my Gmail. Hundreds of unread messages, I start replying to some, then give up. Claustrophobia. My connection is not wireless, the cable is just as long as the garage, I must think of my children. I need the protection of the open sky above me, I feel so safe under the sky. Some of my many friends and contacts all the world over who had my mobile numbers have called, but the largest majority have sent emails, filled forms and had no reply.
We Abruzzese are proud people, secluded individuals, do not like publicity, do not like to ask for help. All this avalanche of help keeps breaking my armour grown strong through millennia of mountain life. To them and to all those I do not know who are thinking of us and helping us these pages are dedicated, to share what I am living through and let you all who are reading this know how much I feel helped by your concern. Please excuse me if the opinions I express freely hurt your faith, or feelings, or rational convictions, excuse the scanty design and navigation, my English where I make mistake or do not translate the Italian.
But, first and foremost, THANK YOU!