quake last night

1:35 am awoken by a violent but very brief quake, 5 seconds or so;  accompanied by the sounds of distant chunks of concrete crashing, the big building my my side grinding, dogs barking and voices shouting; a short time later phones were ringing throughout the area;  the rumble is a deep one.

My 1st thought in the pitch black of my tent is of the guards, are they ok, thats the direction i heard the concrete and they yelling; I wanted to run out to help but couldnt quickly find my flashlight.  My phone battery completely dead. an uncomfortable loss of a fundamental tool ive come to depend on.  without that I can communicate only as far as I can yell

next thoughtare the people around the city I know and care about;  i found my flashlight, the guys are ok, the dogs are barking like crazy in every direction;  who of those I know was under an eve, a cement roof or against a wall;  I realize I am sleeping alongside a cement wall and move my sleeping pad to the far side of the tent 

we've gotten lazy about entering buildings;  I was in CCM this very morning so excited to find battery power and a tablecloth;  we've been making plans to move our clinic out of tarps and back into the building and even moved all the newly obtoained supplies into the back room.  At this point I know so many people throughout the city and I am ticking them off in my mind in the dark of the tent;   How is that little Tb girl we've become so invested in;  how about the people we just met at Quisqueya who were so helpful, we just left a meeting in the second floor of a school at 8pm this evening;  how about mike the CDC worker who has been so helpful;  the list is long;  the quake was short and probably only dropped blocks off of already crumbling buildings and i am pretty sure everyone is ok; will news of this quake reach the states or is Tiger making another confession;  do I need to worry that my family is worried or are they simply unaware which is for the best;

all around me everyone in camp must be having the same though; cell phones are buzzing all around;  I have no idea what people are saying;  I go back out of the tent and check in with simone;  she's quite scared, hugs me and repeats over and over "problem problem problem problem"

I wonder if Miami FH is getting a surge;  did the little kid who "got lucky" in our transfer to St Damiens "real building" versus Univ Gen Hospital tents is really ok;  what is that hospital supposed to do if all those red magic marker lines drawn to document any movement of the cracks do in fact show movements;  cross fingers? evacuate? ignore?  call an engineer stat?

It brings a completely differeat reality to the enormity of an entire city shaking;  

we had teased Midy about sleeping outside under a  sheet in his cousins driveway.  the cousin has a huge 5 bedroom house empty waiting to rent out;  and a guest house he stays in;  when we asked his cousin Gene,from florida, why he stayed inside while Midy stayed out, Gene said " I wasn't here for the quake, Im not scared;  Midy shook his head and said no way is he going inside;  we teased Midy--its' really his body odor and he wasn't allowed in etc;  (he has no body odor for the record) the next morning when 3 small tremors happened he had an i told you so look and smiled;  last night proves him right;  

anyway gotta go