I didn't really want to see him at all. I don't care if I ever see him again.
We've spoken to them and apparently their house wasn't too badly hit.
I mean it's pretty hard. At first it was really hard. But now it's better. Now we got phones and Internet. We can talk to each other pretty much every day,
I wanted to see what the world looked like.
They didn't know what they were doing. It was basically three days of queuing. Three days with no privacy surrounded by the noise of everyone else there.
It's extremely upsetting when somebody just knocks on your door and wants to see your daughter, from knowing the past.