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Helicopters keep flying in and out of the campus and wounded people and evacuees from New Orleans fill up the medical shelters improvized at the gym and on the stadium. Ambulances and police cars yell incessantly and the images on TV are nightmarish. They declared martial law in the once colorful city of Mardi Gras, as looters took advantage of people fleeing the town to escape Katrina and started robbing houses, stores and people and firing guns, terrorizing the survivors. Nevertheless, there is something out here that makes your heart grow.
I’ve never sensed the American sense of solidarity as it shows here in the aftermath of the hurricane. The lists for volunteers were filled up yesterday till Saturday. That means that everybody puts their shoulder to the rescue efforts – and the administration is so effective and organized. You get a feel that something is going to happen indeed, that New Orleans will rise from the waters again. People sacrifice their time and resources willingly and naturally, nothing seems forced. Someone was saying that it’s like in a episode of M.A.S.H.
I wish we could do the same for the people in Romania who were affected by floods.