This is the Bridge of Remembrance in Christchurch. Initially it was meant to remind the city of war heroes. Now I believe the meaning has taken on a new, and equally as humbling meaning. A little over a year ago that huge earthquake struck Christchurch, shattering her foundations and essentially changing her. The city has not yet recovered structurally. Not really.
But there is a spirit here. A spirit of recovery that is half impossible to comprehend. It nearly shamed me and my American-ness. These people have suffered unimaginably and have yet to wallow in it. Instead of looting, rioting, and generally making a mess of things (yes this judgment I am passing on the way disasters are handled by citizens of other 1st world nations is indeed less than subtle), the people of Christchurch and the surrounding areas have instead pieced together a plan of hope. As I visited the downtown yesterday, two years after the last time I was here, I found myself saddened but simultaneously so impressed. Sad because the city is not and will never be the same. Impressed because the people of the city have accepted that fact and are making the most of it.
For example. Where once there were buildings and buildings of shops, literally rows upon rows of them- where now there are too many soft spots in the earth for buildings- there is now a container mall. That's right. Recycled shipping containers made into cafes and boutiques. Temporary but testimonial. And colorful- so bright and cheerful as though to brighten up the memories of everyone's day. It is a reflection of the city and the people- currently in a state of flux but still bright, still beautiful. Still very much Kiwi.
It is amazing what people can do in the spirit of rebuilding, rebirth, and healing; amazing what people can do for each other and for themselves.
Until next time, Friends.
Cheers.
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