In the terrible wake of Hurricane Sandy which left my family unscathed without even a loss of power in our part of Brooklyn, our friend Dikran was stranded with his two-year-old daughter on the twenty-eighth floor of a high-rise in the blackout across Lower Manhattan.
His wife Jananne was out of the country and unable to get back for another thirty-six hours. There’s no unhappy ending here, as there was (and still is) for so many in the ongoing aftermath.
I managed to drive into Manhattan in a narrow window of time when one could do so after the storm, and brought Dikran and Nayla back to Brooklyn where they spent the week with us and were later reunited with Jananne.
But how happy can one be, thinking of the mother on Staten Island whose two little boys were swept from her arms in the flood as she tried to break into a stranger’s house for shelter, and now has to live with the fact that she didn’t evacuate in time? [Read more…]