illustration for the magazine Ivy the essay devoted a large part of the TSUNAMI.
(...) I see a middle-aged Japanese. It is very pale, battered and dirty. In her hair stuck full of leaves. For several hours fighting for his life. Her house was shattered by a wave. Raging sea snatched her daughter from the arms. A woman crawled on floating close to the raft, which was a few minutes before someone's floor. She was rescued by a soldier who moved to a safe place it on the back. Ukucnął and placed her on a chair. A woman stood up, improved skirt that revealed her bruised leg. I bowed to the soldier. The dignified silence. It was not a pathetic situation and unique. The Japanese, like millions of her compatriots, is preserved as a cultural form. (...)
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