米国人の被災者、a letter from American victims in Tohoku

I got a message from my friend from U.S. , she quoted the letter from her friend now in Japan and suffered from this disaster. 
Hoping not violating her privacy I can't stop to pick up a part of the letter.
She is so sensitive and calm in this disastrous accident.

私の直接の友人ではありませんが、米国にいる友人が東北の友人から受け取った手紙です。
この観察力、優雅さに感激して引用します。

She wrote, i don't have any slight acquaintance though.


There are strange parallel universes happening. Houses a mess in some places, yet then a house with futons or laundry out drying in the sun. People lining up for water and food, and yet a few people out walking their dogs. All happening at the same time.

Other unexpected touches of beauty are first, the silence at night. No cars. No one out on the streets. And the heavens at night are scattered with stars. I usually can see about two, but now the whole
sky is filled. The mountains are Sendai are solid and with the crisp air we can see them silhouetted against the sky magnificently.

And the Japanese themselves are so wonderful. I come back to my  shack to check on it each day, now to send this e-mail since the electricity is on, and I find food and water left in my entranceway. I have no idea from whom, but it is there.