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colleague's story from Haiti
The Haiti earthquake: A survivor's tale regional roundup A native of Haiti, M. C. is currently stationed in New York as Regional Desk Adviser for Africa. M was at home in Haiti when the earthquake struck on 12 January. On that day, the lives of those who were fortunate enough to survive, including Monique, changed forever. Here, Monique shares her experience and her reflections with all of us. Tuesday 12 January 2010… At 16 hours 53 minutes, Haiti, my country, changed forever. The earthquake lasted a minute and thirty seconds. My world and that of my countrymen and women became a massive horror story played out on the world stage. I was in Haiti, at the time, on home leave. When the earthquake struck, I was gardening, having decided at the last moment to forsake the beach. The earth screamed a thunder that came from the heart of its belly as it violently shook the plants, the car, the walls, the pavement that I stood on. I called out to everyone to walk out of the gate quickly. It seemed like a long, long time. Then silence. Then screams from some of the residents of the rural neighborhood. I looked down at the city below and saw a cloud of dust as whole neighborhoods were falling like popcorn. I called my best friend Florence to find out if she was safe. I could hear screams in the background as she told me of the massive panic. People were running in all directions and cars were abandoned in the middle of the street in downtown Petion Ville, a suburb up above the hills from Port-au-Prince. I asked her to call me when she got home. I then called the security guard to see how he was and he told me that he was going to see if his family was safe before assuming duty. I tried to make another call, but the phone had gone dead. I ran to the house to get my transistor radio and heard Radio France International (RFI) confirm that it was an earthquake. The big news was that it was of 7.2 magnitude and that the national palace and most public buildings as well as commercial and industrial buildings were likely destroyed and hundreds were feared dead. As people walked to and fro in front of my gate that night, I saluted each and asked how they were and if they had suffered damage. One woman echoed with vivid imagery a variation of what all the others responded: “God is the greatest bull. Every once in a while, he commands in a manner designed to show man how small he is”. In the remote mountain area where I sat for hours in the street with my godson and gardener, I knew that it was worse in the hills and valleys below, but I never, ever imagined the utter destruction that I was to see and live in the following days. It was simply unimaginable. After several aftershocks, finally, around 10 that night, I went in the house to inspect. Three wine glasses were broken. The gardener reported that all the walls were standing with no fissures. In this cool tropical night, I could not help but ask, “Why was my house spared? Why was I spared?” I gave thanks. I did not know then that below my hills there was an apocalypse. Wednesday… At 6.30 on Wednesday morning, the dead phone rang miraculously and I heard Aissatou in Miami say, “Mommy…thank God you are alive”. My daughter and my mother and sister asked me how I was and told me what they knew from the media that was at that time covering the event on 24-hour mode. We cried tears of joy and sadness. They promised to call Karim-Daniel, my son in Paris, who was all alone wondering if his mommy was dead while watching the death of his countrymen and the destruction of his beloved country live on French TV. My sister then asked me when I was coming back and I said that I would go to the office to see if I could help. The phone went dead again. Only one radio station was broadcasting, it was RFI. As the news came through every half-hour on the minute transistor, the tears streamed down my face as names of some of the dead were called out. Then I heard the name of my childhood friend who is the godfather of my son. My scream silenced the radio and brought the house staff to me. It was too much to bear. I felt so alone and too isolated so I caught a ride down to the suburb of Petion Ville with a neighbor to reach my car and driver. My friend Florence’s house was standing, but her sister’s had fallen into small pieces. All of us packed in my car to find friends and family. The horror became real. I saw the first bodies strewn here and there in the streets, some covered with a plastic bag, others with a piece of clothing or a sheet. Buildings were lying on the ground as fallen construction blocks, cars were crushed by concrete, and men and women were pulling away the debris trying to free people trapped beneath. I could see feet sticking out of the rubble. The roads were blocked further down. We went to another road and found the same scene—more bodies, more concrete. Some survivors were walking in the street covered in dust in a trance-like march to nowhere. The road was bl
FINE AIR DC-8-61F N27UA(cn349)
Miami International airport June 1996. First flight 26/02/1968.On 07/08/97 at Miami International Airport, FL (MIA),Fine Air Flight 101 was originally scheduled to depart Miami for Santo Domingo at 09:15 using another DC-8 airplane, N30UA, to carry cargo for Aeromar. Due to a delay of the inbound aircraft, Fine Air substituted N27UA for N30UA and rescheduled the departure for 12:00. N27UA arrived at Miami at 09:31 from San Juan, Puerto Rico, and was parked at the Fine Air hangar ramp. The security guard was not aware of the airplane change, and he instructed Aeromar loaders to load the airplane in accordance with the weight distribution form he possessed for N30UA. The first cargo pallet for flight 101 was loaded onto N27UA at 10:30 and the last pallet was loaded at 12:06. The resulting center of gravity (CG) of the accident airplane was near or even aft of the airplane’s aft CG limit. After the three crew members and the security guard had boarded the plane, the cabin door `was closed at 12:22. Eleven minutes later the flight obtained taxi clearance for runway 27R. The Miami tower controller cleared flight 101 for takeoff at 12:34. Takeoff power was selected and the DC-8 moved down the runway. The flightcrew performed an elevator check at 80 knots. Fourteen seconds later the sound of a thump was heard. Just after calling V1 a second thump was heard. Two seconds later the airplane rotated. Immediately after takeoff the airplane pitched nose-up and entered a stall. The DC-8 recovered briefly from the stall, and stalled again. The airplane impacted terrain in a tail first, right wing down attitude. it slid west across a road (72nd Avenue) and into the International Airport Center at 28th Street and burst into flames. Investigation showed that the center of gravity resulted in the airplane’s trim being mis-set by at least 1.5 units airplane nose up, which presented the flightcrew with a pitch control problem on takeoff.The aicraft was written off...4 on board fatalities...1 ground fatalitie.