Traumatised and still in shock, yet 2 weeks on, an office worker returns to see the place where she worked.
But this was in a peaceful country during a time of peace. But a series of earthquakes had reduced the city to rubble. It seemed like I had entered another war zone.
Here an art-deco building occupied by motor vehicle repairers was utterly razed.
I stood here saddened by all that lay before me.
Just a little further on was the church in which 3 men died in the February quake as they were dismantling the pipe organ, for the church had been severely damaged in the earlier September quake and had to be demolished.
Ahead I could see the casino, the hotels. Major hotels had just been assessed as needing to be demolished. A deep sadness engulfed me.
Then a woman arrived to stand beside me. As she peered over this remaining piece of wall, she was looking into her former office, and there was her electric fan, her name on it, crushed in the pile of rubble. She hadn't wept in a week, but we did then.