Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • First published here: http://thelifenomadik.wordpress.com/2012/11/07/people-drowned-objects-a-photo-essay/

    Lying on her side on a bicycle path, the first sailboat we see on our journey is a surreal sight.

    If I was some creature from a distant land that has somehow appeared in Hoboken, I would think that this is a strange place populated by strange people. I would not know that something terrible had happened here just days ago.

    I would not know why there are small dead fishes lying in the middle of the streets.

    The sidewalks are full of drowned objects: basement creatures forgotten in dark corners, memories dug up for a last time awaiting their final journey to the landfills of New Jersey.

    I would probably think that in the beginning of winter a sad and silent spring-cleaning festival has been organized here.

    The first person I meet in a wet basement is Terrie. She looks like someone from outer space with a gas mask, a flash light on her head and plastic bags on the feet. Her basement got flooded and she is emptying it all up.

    Next, I meet Major Charles Kelly from the Salvation Army. I never thought that the Salvation Army IS an actual army with majors and all…They are here to help people with shelter and supplies, he tells me.

    Not far from a public park in a residential area I talk for a bit with Morgan, a volunteer worker on a lunch break helping to clean up the city after the storm . He tells me where I can get some hot empanadas for free.

    Further down the street a soldier from the U. S. Army poses for me. His name tag reads Rodriguez. He explains that the Army is bringing in supplies and equipment and his job is to protect a small area on the main street close to the City Hall for these operations. He thanks me for asking. Asking what, I ask him. “Asking if I don’t mind to have my picture taken. Usually people just shoot without asking me.”

    I also ask many questions a young guy named Alex from Vinton, Iowa. He works as a volunteer for FEMA.

    Down Washington Street, I ask a Hoboken policeman to pose for me. Officer Nicholas Burke. Initially he refuses, telling me that he is not supposed to pose for pictures and suggests I photograph him incognito from a distance. But then we start talking about photography and finally he is happy to pose. Tells me he is a photographer himself. We understand each other.

    Everyone is helping everyone. People are out on the street, cleaning, sitting under emergency tents, getting free food, water and gas. I never thought that an aftermath can be so festival-like. There is something very beautiful in the air.


    I am happy to have met all these people who talked to me about helping and carrying for each other in times of crisis.
    • Share

    Connected stories:

About

Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.