I remember that I used to work at an oil company that was at the end of the coastal road. I taught English every Wednesday. I didn’t have a car and it was a 45 minute ride so it was always a bit of a hassle. I remember being extra tired every Wednesday, but I grew to like it because the people were so entertaining.

I remember that after the tsunami, the guy that usually came in to tell me my schedule came to me and explained that the class was canceled.

“For how long?”

He looked at me and just shook his head. “Forever.”

I didn’t get it until I got the urge to ride my bike out to the coast (I hadn’t since the tsunami out of nervousness). The oil company had originally been a compound with a security booth, gates, fences, and these huge tanks. When I rolled up, the only thing that remained was the main building. Everything else was gone.

All I could remember was how the guy was trying to apologize that I wouldn’t be able to teach the class when his workplace has just been washed away.

I don’t know what the point of that story was other than the fact that this page reminds me of it.