Day Five: Outer

Being in the hurricane Katrina exhibit was very surreal. It reminded me of the 9/11 museum in New York. I was only seven years old when Katrina hit, so I didn’t know the extent of the damage and how many lives were taken. I also didn’t know that they had very little help from the government. It was so sad seeing the picture and watching the new reports about the hurricane. Sitting in the room where you could listen to the stories of the doctors, first responders, and the ordinary hero’s was heartbreaking. I cannot imagine what was like. It was silent in that room. No one talked, we all just listened and absorbed the words they were saying. Also in that room was an area that had a journal of a man who was evacuated from his housing because of the storm and had no where to go, so he stayed in an abandoned apartment and wrote a journal on the walls while he was going through the aftermath of the storm. They preserved and when I was reading it I felt like I was there. It was so sad. The man was optimistic for the most part, but also sick through all of that. I cannot fathom what that would have been like. Looking at his writing it changed, the style he wrote and the way he was talking. That was very surreal for me to see a man struggling through a tradgedy and documenting it on the walls of his last resort for a home. The thick marker lines on the cracked white paint. Reading about him being excited that his neighbor brought him a bit of food. It really was a terrible catastrophe for this city and it’s people