One week after the earthquake

Yesterday, at 12:51, silence. 
Today, I am sitting between two Maori women, who are facebooking friends in Christchurch, asking what they might need. Hand sanitiser, they are told. Also gas canisters, guitar strings, coffee beans. A woman living in a cordoned-off zone says that people in the city are changing, staring into 'middle distance' and not spontaneously greeting each other anymore. A student in a hospital holds the hands of the people who rescued her. She says, 'I trust you' and smiles. She laughs her first laughs in a week. 
Photo: Covered vineyards, Martinborough, New Zealand