{"id":478,"date":"2007-08-15T07:36:19","date_gmt":"2007-08-15T05:36:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/archives\/premiers-tremblements\/"},"modified":"2012-10-11T12:21:29","modified_gmt":"2012-10-11T11:21:29","slug":"premiers-tremblements","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/?p=478","title":{"rendered":"Premiers tremblements"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/incident.net\/users\/julie\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/08\/tremblement.jpg\" alt=\"tremblement\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Me voil\u00c3\u00a0 de retour \u00c3\u00a0 Tokyo et mon voyage tire doucement \u00c3\u00a0 sa fin. La chaleur est toujours aussi \u00c3\u00a9crasante. Hier soir, je d\u00c3\u00aene avec A\u00c3\u00af et Fred. Quelques verres, la conversation s\u00e2\u20ac\u2122attarde, je me couche tard, enfin, \u00c3\u00a9teinte.<br \/>\nJe dors. L\u00e2\u20ac\u2122air conditionn\u00c3\u00a9 allum\u00c3\u00a9, j\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ai presque froid : je tire la couverture, inconsciemment.<br \/>\nJe dors profond\u00c3\u00a9ment, et avec plaisir. Je dors, et l\u00e2\u20ac\u2122on me secoue. La conscience me revient, j\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ai d\u00c3\u00bb dormir trop tard, A\u00c3\u00af doit \u00c3\u00aatre en train de me r\u00c3\u00a9veiller. J\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ouvre les yeux : personne, mais on me secoue.<br \/>\nIl fait noir, il fait nuit. Je ne suis pas pleinement r\u00c3\u00a9veill\u00c3\u00a9e, je m\u00e2\u20ac\u2122appuie sur mon coude. Je constate cette sensation de perte d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00c3\u00a9quilibre li\u00c3\u00a9e \u00c3\u00a0 l\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00c3\u00a9bri\u00c3\u00a9t\u00c3\u00a9, mais je ne suis pas ivre. Je m\u00e2\u20ac\u2122allonge, immobile quelques secondes, j\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00c3\u00a9pie mon corps. Non, je ne suis pas ivre.<br \/>\nLa terre tremble. Et moi avec. N\u00e2\u20ac\u2122est-ce pas dr\u00c3\u00b4le qu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122un tremblement de terre dicte \u00c3\u00a0 mon corps la r\u00c3\u00a9action physique de la peur ?<br \/>\nPourtant, \u00c3\u00a0 travers ce tremblement impos\u00c3\u00a9, malgr\u00c3\u00a9 moi, pas de crainte, mais de l\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00c3\u00a9tonnement. Allong\u00c3\u00a9e \u00c3\u00a0 l\u00e2\u20ac\u2122horizontale, les yeux ferm\u00c3\u00a9s ; les deux mains \u00c3\u00a0 plats de chaque c\u00c3\u00b4t\u00c3\u00a9 de ma t\u00c3\u00aate, j\u00e2\u20ac\u2122oscille. Pendant une trentaine de secondes. Puis la terre cesse de trembler et je sens encore les vibrations dans ma chair bien apr\u00c3\u00a8s. Je guette les bruits et tout est paisible. Silence dans l\u00e2\u20ac\u2122appartement, dehors, j\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00c3\u00a9coute encore un moment pour savoir si \u00c3\u00a7a va recommencer.<br \/>\n\u00c3\u20ac travers le fin futon, j\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00c3\u00a9coute la terre. Les id\u00c3\u00a9es embu\u00c3\u00a9es, je me rem\u00c3\u00a9more les paroles de Yoshiko qui, quelques jours plus t\u00c3\u00b4t m\u00e2\u20ac\u2122a d\u00c3\u00a9crit les mouvements des tremblements de terre. D\u00e2\u20ac\u2122abord horizontal, le plus dangereux puis vertical, plus d\u00c3\u00a9stabilisant. Plus l&rsquo;horizontal dure longtemps, plus l\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00c3\u00a9picentre est loin. Je n\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ai pas senti les spasmes verticaux, je devais \u00c3\u00aatre encore trop ensommeill\u00c3\u00a9e. Je m\u00e2\u20ac\u2122endors. Je dors.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Me voil\u00c3\u00a0 de retour \u00c3\u00a0 Tokyo et mon voyage tire doucement \u00c3\u00a0 sa fin. La chaleur est toujours aussi \u00c3\u00a9crasante. Hier soir, je d\u00c3\u00aene avec A\u00c3\u00af et Fred. Quelques verres, la conversation s\u00e2\u20ac\u2122attarde, je me couche tard, enfin, \u00c3\u00a9teinte. 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