My family in Calbayog City, Samar, like most, braced
itself for Yolanda’s landfall Friday. Early in the afternoon, although power had
gone out, my family shared with me a rather good news. Apparently, Yolanda had
veered a little off its forecast path, missing Calbayog enough to spare it from
complete destruction.
The mood was celebratory and grateful. The city had
once again escaped a looming catastrophe, and as always, they turned to thank
God for His protection.
A hundred kilometers or so away, the story was
different, but it would not be known until Sunday morning, or two days after super
typhoon Yolanda made multiple landfalls and pummeled the neighboring main
island of Leyte, particularly Tacloban City, which bore the brunt of its wrath.
Other cities, municipalities, that sustained heavy damages were Ormoc City,
Baybay Leyte, Basey, and Guian in Eastern Samar, and many more.
In the evening, news of a few dead found littering the
streets of Tacloban city had graced social networking sites like facebook and
twitter. By Saturday, a hundred more corpses were reported seen on the streets,
as stories and short video footages of what appeared at first like flooding,
later on clarified as storm surge, had circulated in the papers and social
networking sites.
By then, national government officials had reached Tacloban,
and had a firsthand opportunity to assess the devastation. One described it as
overwhelming, another, cataclysmic, yet another, horrific. The Philippine Red
Cross had tried its hunch on the number of casualties placing it at a little
over a thousand. This figure had started to get netizens’ attention. Some
questioned the veracity of the numbers, having dramatically risen from a few,
to a hundred, and now over a thousand.
On Sunday, papers and internet newswires printed what
the public was not prepared to hear and read. The news’ numbers have absolutely
taken a wild turn, now placing the estimate of the dead at over ten thousand in
Tacloban City alone. Accentuating the news were gory pictures of dead bodies
piling up everywhere amidst the rubbles stupefying the public, which had to shake its head trying to make
sense of all that was unfolding –faster than it was ready to take.
What was earlier celebratory mood in Calbayog had turned
to eerie silence and anxiety. Many of Calbayog’s youth go to Universities in
Tacloban City. Many inhabitants of Calbayog have their roots and families in
Leyte. After a moment of shock, parents and family took to action. They had to
go to Tacloban to find out how their loved ones were, with communications
wholly inoperable. It would prove to be very difficult with roads made
impassable by fallen trees electrical posts, and the tons of mixed debris, including
corpses and carcasses, that had washed along the storm surge –has PAGASA alerted
the public of its danger?
My sister, Yvette, and her husband, Carl, who went to
Tacloban yesterday taking with them their kids, perhaps not knowing the
enormity of the situation, being isolated from news, had to spent hours trying
to get in Tacloban and longer trying to get out to make her way to Calbayog
tugging along with them Carl’ mother, Ruth, and brother, Abe.
My other brother-in-law, Bong, has braved the odds,
too, driving to Tacloban with some friends to look for Hannah, his niece, who
went to school in a University, and to check on Yvette and Carl, who all, until
early this evening, have not been heard from.
As of this writing Yvette and Carl are still
negotiating their way out of Tacloban amid long line of traffic. It is exodus that
is necessary. Those who have family outside of Tacloban and can move out, had
better leave. There is hardly any food and water, and the situation is becoming
more desperate by the day.
While relief goods have started to fly in aboard the
government’s C130, and peace and order being reined in with the deployment of
over a hundred Special Action Forces contingents of the PNP and soldiers of the
AFP, there is just too many mouths to feed to strain any inventory even with a
steady flow of supplies, at least in the days, weeks, or months to come until
Tacloban’s own industries return to operations.
Leaving Tacloban, in the meantime, when you can, will
give space for emergency and rescue personnel, psychologist, and the like so
that the urgent needs of the survivors are attended to while they still matter.
Let us remember that like, if not more than, hunger, physical pains and wounds,
emotional trauma needs timely arrest if the victim is to be repaired.
Let us give and do all we can. Let us volunteer. Let
us make our brothers and sisters in Tacloban and other areas devastated by
Yolanda that we are one with them, and that we are committed to helping them rebuild
their cities and their lives.
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