Our country is not immune from any strong tropical storms since it is located near the Pacific Ocean where typhoons that usually hit the eastern parts of Asia develop. In October 2013, the world was appalled to hear the news that the super typhoon Yolanda, Haiyan for its international name, completely devastated and wreaked wide havoc all over the southeastern region of our country. Thousands of lives were lost and billion pesos worth of properties was destroyed. Thereupon, many countries from all over the world expressed sympathies by donating billion dollars and offering solemn prayers. Grossly disappointing, concerned critics from different civil society have been vociferating that the large amount of money must have been stolen by the corrupt government officials because until now the areas affected have not been rendered full assistance and services.
This horrible, ghastly disaster is no longer new to us Filipinos. In fact, many typhoons, although not stronger than Yolanda, have dashed against our hopes and left unhealed wounds in our hearts because of the aftermaths they brought about. One of these is flooding.
The residents in Metro Manila will never forget the typhoon Ondoy in 2009. One of the scenes indelible in our minds that was broadcast on TV was this:
Almost all the cities in the National Capital Region were paralyzed by this. Many people were stranded and not able to go home from their work nor meet their families.
Our family is fortunate that our city is not prone to this kind of disaster because the city is mountainous. So, I am glad that I have never gone through this kind of experience yet. Gee whiz! I do not want to get sick of post-traumatic stress disorder. However, I am still worried that our city may sink as do other adjacent cities in the next generation since the global warming is now at the eleventh hour.
It appears that Zola knew how it feels to be a victim of flooding. He must have been one of the victims at that time that he was able to put his suppressed feelings into such a masterpiece. That is why the story is well written. The scenes are so perfectly depicted that they sent shivers up and down my spine . Besides, the writing style is traditional, which I like in classics. However, the first plot vividly depicted prior to the flood sounds to be slapdash as though I was left hanging , for I had wanted to keep glowered and bask in a happy typical of a family as well as the optimistic spirit among the characters- the real situation experienced by the victims before the disaster . Furthermore, the story does not tell where the flood originates . Just it happens when someone shouts, “ The Garonne! The Garonne! “
On the other hand, I appreciated the ending. As how a disaster begins, it will run its due course when the sky clears and the water calms down , a vast scenery of death will open to you- a nightmarish reality of life.
We cannot deny the fact that force of the Nature is so powerful that the face of the Earth could almost be exterminated; that however means of effort we make , this so-called natural phenomena is uncontrollable. For some, it could be an act of God . Be that as it may, but we must always keep in mind that , somehow, to be in good harmony with the Nature is to be MORE RESPONSIBLE for it. Sadly, we still fall ourselves into the abyss of avarice and ignorance.
Think about our grandchildren in the future.