ב- 13 בינואר 2010, בשעה 17:00, רעדה האדמה בהאיטי. רעש בעצמה של 7.2 בסולם ריכטר מחק למעשה מדינה שלמה, שגם ללא האסון שרדה בקושי.
מאות אלפי הרוגים ופצועים ומיליונים חסרי כול נותרו עזובים לגורלם ונתונים לחסדי העולם. שנים רבות יעברו עד שהמדינה האומללה הזאת תשתקם, אם בכלל.
שלושה ימים לאחר האסון התייצבה בהאיטי חבורה של עשרה אנשים, שהייתה לי הזכות להיות אחד מהם, במטרה לעזור. מיד לאחר קבלת האישורים, וללא כל התלבטות, התייצבו האנשים שנבחרו למשימה. כל אחד השאיר מאחור את כל ענייני העבודה והמשפחה, וחף מכל אינטרס אישי או כלכלי התנדב מרצונו לעבור שבועיים מוטרפים, קשים מנשוא מבחינה פיזית ובעיקר נפשית, הישרדות אמיתית בקריביים ללא פרסום ויפהפיות בביקיני. הצוות העניק לנפגעי הרעש טיפול רפואי מסביב לשעון, ובתנאים בלתי אפשריים. לאחר בדיקה קצרה וללא נתונים מספיקים נאלצו הרופאים לעתים לחרוץ את גורלם של אנשים שהגיעו למרפאה במצב קשה.

To Hell and Back when the Earth Moved – by Peretz Giladi
Translated from Hebrew by Judith Cohen
On January 13 2010, at 17:00, the earth moved in Haiti. The tremor, 7.2 on the Richter scale, actually erased a whole country, which was struggling to survive even before the disaster occurred.

Hundreds of thousands of dead and wounded,and millions left penniless, abandoned to their fate and left to the mercy of the world. Many years will go by before this miserable country will recover, if at all.
Three days after the disaster occurred, a group of ten men and women turned up in Haiti with the purpose of helping - a group of which I had the privilege to be part. Immediately after getting the necessary permits, and without any indecision, the persons chosen for the mission presented themselves. They left behind all their work and family affairs and, free of all personal or economic interest, volunteered, of their own volition, to undergo two insane weeks - hardly bearable physically, and even more so psychologically - real “Survival” in the Caribbean, without publicity or beautiful girls in bikinis. Under unbearable conditions, the team offered medical treatment around the clock to those who were victims of the earthquake. Following short examinations, and without adequate data, the medics often had to decide on the fate of badly wounded people arriving at the clinic.
Many questions that arose during these two weeks remained without a logical answer, or any other answer for that matter. Why does such an extensive disaster happen – in all places - in a country listed third from the bottom, according to the poverty scale as reported by the UN? Why did powerful states (the United States among them), which are in close geographical proximity to Haiti, arrive so late to help the victims? (Perhaps the answer in this instance is similar to the answer that the citizens of New-Orleans received …). Why did countries that have economic and other interests in Haiti also respond so late, if at all? Why did the UN – the largest organization in the world, with almost limitless financial and other means, react so late, at a very slow pace, like that of a fat tortoise? Why did organizations that did come to help do so little, announce so many breaks for the purpose of "reorganizing", and act in fear of violence that hardly existed? Why did they have to demand tight security from armed soldiers in order to go and treat the injured when all they were asking for was medical aid and food? And the most significant question: why were vast quantities of food, medicine, blankets and mattresses that arrived in Haiti during the first week after the disaster, lying around orphaned in the airport and in other centralized locations while people, hungry and thirsty, slept on cardboard boxes on the streets in desperate need of material help which did not reach them but instead got held up on the way?
All of these questions had simple answers – encumbrance, lack of organization bordering on impotency, lack of knowledge and experience in such emergencies, and a surfeit of bureaucracy. It can be assumed that indifference and lack of special interest in the fate of the citizens of Haiti, also caused this kind of behavior (and again, I assume that the United States, for example, had an interest in the fate of the citizens of New-Orleans, but they too received a slow and inefficient response). For what is Haiti after all? A third world country, living in abject poverty, a nation made up of the offspring of slaves (did we mention New Orleans?), which may not "warrant" the cost of offering them immediate help. They have no money, nor petrol, and they hardly manage to keep their head above water. A country of ten million citizens in a state of total collapse of all vital organs of government, crying out for help that arrives too late.
On Friday, January 15, 2010, we arrived in Santo Domingo, the capital of the Dominican Republic, after a tiring flight. This country covers just over two thirds of the Hispaniola Island, south of Cuba in the Caribbean Sea. Haiti is situated on the western third. Following various inquiries, we managed "to catch" a small plane, that carried us, for an excessive fare, to Port-au-Prince, the capital of Haiti.
The delegation, in which I had the honor to be part, was made up of ten civilians who serve as volunteers in rescue units from the Golan to the Arava that operate under the auspices of the Israeli Police Force. They all took a two week leave of absence and put aside their personal matters to leave quickly for Haiti. The delegation was comprised of medical doctors, a paramedic, medics and nurses. Heading up the delegation was Dr. Ephraim Laor – a specialist in catastrophes and multi-victim emergencies. The basic assumption in such cases is that there is a state of uncertainty following the collapse of all communication, electricity, water and health systems. It was almost impossible to find out what was the level of damage on the ground, where there was a need for immediate help, and what kind of help was needed. We tried to get as much up-to-date information as possible from the UN and Haitian authorities, in order to minimize the state of uncertainty. One of the members in our delegation, who was French speaking, helped us to communicate with the locals.
When we landed in Port-au-Prince 's airport, we witnessed an impressive, yet horrifying, situation – many tens of delegations from all over the world established themselves in the area, built tent encampments, but sat there and refrained from going out to treat the wounded for fear of disturbances. The IDF field hospital had already been established in the soccer field, and started functioning, as if it had always been there. We managed to contact a Christian evangelical organization, Operation Blessing, which has branches in tens of countries all over the world and helps people in distress. Through this organization we received an all-terrain vehicle and a truck for transferring equipment and injured people. We managed to beg some C-Rations from Marines who had secured the airport and a small amount of medical equipment from the Qatari and Colombian delegations that settled in near us at the airport. So, within a very short time, and without any security, we left with our equipment into the devastated city. We learned that of the four hospitals, three were completely destroyed and one was partially working. We arrived and only then did I understand the meaning of "blacking out". The sights were unreal and horrific – many corpses were laid in piles on the pavement and scattered on the side of the roads. Thousands of injured people were lying in the parks, in public spaces, on the street leading to the hospital, in the gardens, under the trees - in just about every vacant place. Since there was still a fear of further tremors, people preferred to stay outside the homes, even if by some miracle these remained intact. The majority of the buildings in town, which are of one or two stories, collapsed, leaving total devastation. Nothing was working – electricity, communications, water, government institutions were destroyed, namely the presidential palace, the court house, the main cathedral, the parliament etc.
With the aid of a local doctor we managed to find medications and means of bandaging in the hospital which was functioning with only one operating room dealing mainly with amputations. We managed to organize a big empty hall to which some of the injured were taken. Others lay in the corridors, on the ground or on mattresses, doors, carriages, boards, cardboard boxes, wheelbarrows and beds that were extracted from the rubble. The number of wounded was huge and our small medical team started to work with vigor derived mainly from our adrenalin. Most of the wounded received initial intervention only three days after the quake. The variety of injuries was vast and included harm to limbs, burns, amputations, injury from crushing and head wounds. We worked for hours in teams, bandaging the wounded, cleaning infections, inserting infusions, setting broken bones and doing as much as we could with the limited means at our disposal in order to ease their pain. The majority of the wounded were lying in bone-chilling silence, swallowing terrible suffering of pain and loss. Here and there we could hear the cries of pain of the injured, mixed with lamentations and dirges that made plain the extent of the disaster that had befallen the country.
We succeeded to improve the conditions of some of the injured and to save their lives. Unfortunately, we did not manage to save others due to lack of means and the time that elapsed since their injury. This was the case of a one year old baby who died in front of us, his body covered with burns. His young mother held him in her hands for many hours, her head dropping over her unconscious son, in total exhaustion. We had tried to help as much as we could, but the baby died. The mother refused to part with him, her lament tore our hearts apart. We were forced to cover him with a sheet and put him out on the street in the hope that someone would collect him and bury him.
It is hard to describe in words the sights, sounds and smells. After few hours of intensive work, an American team arrived to replace us and we returned to the airport to revive ourselves on an empty patch of ground. Following an assessment of the situation, we decided to continue the next day to wander around the city, looking for places were injured people were concentrated without assistance. We reached this decision even though we were warned of riots and security problems – which, by the way, we did not encounter. We only saw people in need of immediate help, which almost never arrived. In events of this kind, there is an utmost importance for fast agility from place to place, without cumbersome equipment. Nevertheless, there is a need for minimal equipment for each day's treatment: medications, bandages, sterilization and stitching equipment etc. We managed to contact a local wealthy businessman who went out of his way to help us to help his fellow countrymen at a time when the central government in Haiti ceased in practice to exist. The man, Ben, brought us to the local soccer stadium that he managed. 5,000 refugees were gathered there in tents, sheds and in all kinds of make-shift dwellings. We organized a corner of our own where we spread out the little equipment we had including a small shade awning that was arranged for us in order to escape the burning sun. The temperature in Haiti was in the region of 32 degrees centigrade, with humidity – at 94%.
We started to treat the injured who reached us in a never-ending stream. Every day of treatment was equal to ten army medical training days from the point of view of bandaging, infusions, splinting limbs etc. But in the army, the eyes of the family members of the injured do not follow every movement, looking at their loved ones and at us with so much trust that far exceeded our medical capabilities After two-three days of treatment, a certain order was established – local volunteers helped us arrange the injured in a line and brought them in according to the available treatment stations. We separated into teams and organized beds and wagons for the injured to lie in. Sometimes three patients were sitting or lying on the same bed. The wounds were horrific – amputations, compound fractures, infections and gangrene that developed after a few days without treatment. A significant number of the injured were children and babies who also developed infections, having not been treated properly, or at all.
We encountered cases hardly ever seen in the western world – tetanus, severe jaundice and infections (especially in the head and limbs) where flies had laid their eggs. The entire wound was full of maggots and worms were seen exiting from various organs such as ears and limbs. An unconscious woman was brought to us who had lost a lot of blood following a caesarian section, her abdomen totally open, with the premature baby lying next to her (both she and her baby survived). During one treatment session, a six-year-old girl was brought to us after having been six days under the rubble. Surprisingly, except for severe dehydration, her condition was reasonable and we succeeded to save her too. We worked without a break and treated around 250 people or more every day.
After a few days, when word about our work had spread around town, groups of medical doctors and nurses, volunteers from the USA, Ireland and France, arrived and asked to join our activity. This increase in manpower helped all of us, or course. The injured continued to flow in. After the local radio made an announcement about the clinic of "the doctors from Israel", the influx of injured increased. We tried to create a logical procedure for treatment within all the mayhem that existed in the stadium and built a tent where some of the patients were placed for observation and further treatment. A small number of them received a note in which doctors wrote a brief diagnosis of their condition and referred them for further treatment to the IDF field hospital, which was situated in a different soccer field (for reasons of security and fear of further tremors). These notes actually determined their fate and ensured the continuity of treatment that would save their lives. The doctors' difficult decision-making was unbearable since they actually had to decide who would live and who would die.
A local youth group, in uniform, tried to help in the evacuation of the injured while Ben, the manager of the place, did his utmost to help organize the entry and exit of the injured. In the stadium in which we worked there were thousands of people trying to survive and maintain their human dignity.
We received permission to return at the end of each day to the IDF camp, which housed the hospital set up by the IDF medical corps, to sleep. There we could eat (the food was excellent, thanks to the cooks who put their soul into the work), shower, and even phone home. We slept on cots that, relative to the prevailing conditions, were heavenly. Every evening, after showering, we sat and summed up the day’s efforts and planned the following day. With the help of the organization Operation Blessing, we received medical equipment every day and a truck with which we transferred wounded and equipment. Yong women from the organization “Latet” joined us and helped as much as they could in organizing supplies and transporting it to us, and , most importantly, to the citizens.
A group of unacquainted people, we banded together. There is no doubt that the many discussions we held into the night helped us remain sane.
During the following days, vast quantities of equipment arrived – blankets, mattresses, food, tents, medications etc. All the equipment remained unused in the stadium since no one took responsibility for distributing it to the needy. Officials from the UN and the tens of organizations who had arrived in Haiti held an endless number of futile meetings, even though it was clear to everybody that there was something fundamentally faulty with the fact that the equipment remained there and was not getting to people who needed it immediately. Only after about eight days did we see the beginnings of organized distribution of the equipment that had arrived from all over the world. The press was also not absent in the city. Tens of TV teams arrived from all over the world to transmit the horror. The Israeli teams usually encountered a very supportive attitude and everybody praised the efficiency and the speed of our treatment and arrival. Although even here, I witnessed a false and tendentious report by a CNN team that apparently could not accept the fact that we were simply doing a good job. A stupid journalist asked me: "Why did you come to Haiti? What does Israel have to do here? What did you get out of it?" I, of course, did not bother to answer him.
After eight days of treatment in the hospital and in the stadium, we decided, upon Ben's request, to travel out of the city to nearby villages that had also suffered from the earthquake and had not yet received any medical treatment. We travelled on a hazard-filled road up the mountain above Port-au-Prince – to a village called Leogand. We sequestered an industrial building and under a big awning established our treatment clinic. Within minutes, an endless line of people formed and our work was unending. In another village, we deployed our equipment in a courtyard and hoisted a big flag of the State of Israel, to let everybody know where we were located. Many villages were completely destroyed; not one stone left on another. Although quite a few days had passed since the earthquake, people continued to search through the rubble with their bare hands to look for their loved ones. We saw no government officials taking any part in recovery efforts from the rubble, nor any mechanical equipment. It was all done by hand, with hoes and pick-axes.
During some two weeks of hard and exhausting work, we managed to treat over 2,500 injured people. It was a drop in the ocean, but nevertheless – something.
During these days, we saw an effort to return to life – stalls were placed at the roadsides selling everything at excessive prices. The local market reopened, people charged cellular phones with car batteries, trucks distributed water and food under the supervision of the American army and there was an attempt to build sun shelters and places for sleeping and cooking, etc.
The American army arrived with thousands of soldiers who looked as if they had just left Iraq and were going to storm Entebbe – camouflage uniforms, helmets and various gadgets. jeeps, and, of course, rifles – to maintain the public order that in any case was kept - instead of to helping to distribute food and water.
After about two weeks, it was decided to fold up the military field hospital. Our time was also up. During those two weeks over 600 aid delegations had arrived in Haiti and huge quantities of equipment had landed in the airport. The UN started building about 250 refugee' camps where they intended to bring the local residents back to some measure of life.
When I try to sum up for myself what I went through during that period, and what insights I had, I can say that the most important message for me is that life is stronger than everything. Even from death. Time goes by and there is no choice but to continue and survive – to find food and water, to rebuild a shelter in advance of the rainy season that arrives in February, to treat infections and epidemics that usually follow a catastrophe of this magnitude.
The country will have to be rebuilt from scratch, a process which will go on for many years, providing the world and the "contented" enlist in this effort.
I have learned to recognize the power of the eyes. The eyes of the local inhabitants said it all. There were eyes expressing sadness, despair and endless pain. Other eyes expressed indifference, void and detachment from their surroundings. There were eyes that showed fear and endless horror, like a pursued animal, and eyes burning with rage towards the American soldiers who, instead of helping immediately with all available means, aimed rifles at them. However, there were also eyes, and many of them, whose expressions were worth a thousand words that were summed up into one – thank you. And for this look it was worth leaving everything and crossing the ocean to a distance of 12,000 km from home.
Memories also remained – the baby who regrettably died in his mother's arms, her hope gazes that turned to a gaze of despair and pain, the injuries and the hard-to-bear smells, the bodies piled up in the streets, the terrible devastation, and the people who, despite everything, danced among the rubble to the sound of the Reggae music. It was worth it, to feel a proud Jew and Israeli who reaches the end of the world only to try to help people in distress.
I feel that my place is in heaven is assured, since I have already been in hell
Do you want to contribute to search and rescue efforts? You can contribute to F.I.R.S.T. non-profit, Bank Hapoalim, Netanya Branch 612 number 51973.
Dedicated, with huge respect to the great team I was with for a fortnight in Haiti –
Dr. Eitan Heler, Dr. Gadi Sadovski, Sheva Cohen, Karni Lev, Boaz Laymzider, Michele Boaziz, Haled Messalha, Assaf Perlman and the head of the delegation –
Dr. Ephraim Laor.