Timothy is a young guy we know really well. He's Sri Lankan (though his father was Italian) and works with us when we shoot in Sri Lanka. When he called to wish us on the 25th, he said he was going to be on the beach for Christmas - he's very much a free spirit and works when he can and does all kinds of things when he isn't working. For four days after the tsunami hit he couldn't be traced and we were sure we had lost him. And then out of the blue, he called. This email came this morning and it is awesome. I thought you might want to share what he went through...

Srila Chatterjee, Executive Producer, Highlight Films

It is hard for me to keep telling the stories over and over again so I am going to write it down for all of you. Please understand that I appreciate your care but for now, I don't want to talk about it again and again. I do ask that you help those who lost everything - in whatever way you can.

It was the 26th morning, about 9 a.m. I was in Unawatuna with a friend (Michael) when the waves hit. The building was only 20 meters from the sea. The rooms facing the sea were completely washed away. Our room was not facing the sea and so lost only its door. It was the only one left standing. I still don't know why I am alive when a lot of others died. It's not fear. I hate everything about this. Everything.

We were sleeping and suddenly I woke up for no reason. Not knowing why, I looked out the room window and saw the wave coming through the window. I woke Michael up just as the wave broke in and the water level rapidly began to rise (15 feet). As the room door broke, the water washed in a foreigner and his daughter (six years old I think). The father and Michael wanted to leave the room but I said it would be better if we stayed in. The only thing that stopped me from panicking was the little girl on my shoulder. I convinced everyone in the room to stay, even as the water kept rising till we were seven inches from the ceiling. We floated up and held on to the ceiling fixture and breathed the air trapped between the water and the roof. And then the water started to go down at some point. I still don't know how long we hung on to the fans.

My first instinct was to run out and look to see if anyone needed help, and I did find many at least four people, and about three dogs that I put on top of the roofs! That's when I cut my feet on the corral. I helped a Sri Lankan lady, who was crying "Oh my God, oh my God. Why did this happen?" I couldn't move her, so I just pulled her out and placed her as high as I could on some construction planks lying nearby. I also found a little girl who was stuck. She ran off after I released her and that was a relief. I don't know who she was but she just ran inland. Then I helped some other Sri Lankan people... My feet were bleeding badly from the coral cuts by now. At one point, the whole bay had emptied and the naked seabed looked like hell on earth, with the rubble from the land that sea had dragged back scattered all over it. After all this, I ran back to the main road with Michael, there were dead bodies all over, people running all over, it was as if the whole world has gone crazy. I got to the main road (700metres away) and went in to a hotel; some people gave us some tea and bandaged my wounds. Michael was in shock, and I did not know what to do or say to help him. A foreign tourist (nurse I think) bound up my foot.

Then this family that we had met the night before - the Lamberts - came to my mind, and I told Michael that I was going back to find them. It was hard for us to go back as we were both injured, and besides we were the only ones heading back towards the beach with everybody else heading in the opposite direction. I did something very unfair I think, by asking Michael to come along. It was very hard for him and kind of mean of me to ask him to. But I am so thankful he did. We made it to this hotel called the Rock House, which was on top of the hill, and it seemed like all the world had turned up there! I was relieved to see the Lambert family from afar. Michael and I decided that we were going to stay with them till this ended. At some point, someone shouted that there was another wave coming our way, so everyone ran up the hill again. It was crazy, as no one knew what was going on or what to do. We ended up at the temple on the top of the hill, where we found shade among the trees. Just then the second wave hit, it came a bit closer to the hotel, but this time no one was hurt. We were all safe, but confused. After some time we all went back to the hotel only to find that the water had not come there, so we stayed there for some time.

But the problem was there was the lack of water and food there, no one had been prepared for something like this. Michael and I went back to the road to get the bare essentials from one of the shops there. We got to the road only to find out that all the shops were closed, so we hunted down the owner and got it opened from the back so that we could get our hands on some water, food, candles and whatever else that was available. When we got to the hotel, I soon realised that the food and water we had brought back was not enough for all of us. I decided to head back to the beach where I found some cool boxes that had got washed away from the hotels, with cool drinks still in them. I filled a bag with these and returned to the hotel.

That night we found out that all the roads were closed and that we would be stuck here for another three-four days at least. Michael and I had gotten so close to the Lamberts that we felt like we were a part of their family. They were so worried about us and did their very best to take care of us. They wanted us to sit down and rest, but we could not as there was so much to be done. I had found some strength in me that even I was unaware of until that moment. It was as if I was a new person. Shan, the doctor who dressed my wounds, asked me not to move around, but that was the one thing I could not do. I told her that I would stop to rest only if she would. She had three kids to take care of but she was untiring in her efforts to help others.

The hotel provided daal and rice that night for everyone, but I don't think any of us ate anything. I tried sleeping but the persisting nightmares ensured that I got no rest. Just outside the room where we were sleeping, was an old English man _ Stewart. His wounds were so severe that I half expected him to die any moment. He could not even lie down as his back throbbed and his ribs were broken. He was incredibly brave though, and kept up a constant stream of funny jokes that had the rest of us laughing. The Lamberts were like a team of angels, who went around trying to do what ever they could to help. I think they took such good care of Stewart that he made it through; I made it through some things also thanks to them. That night we slept with only the light of the moon and one or two candles to keep us company.

More people had come in through the night and most of them were wounded. Everyone who was able came forward to help them. Everyone rose above the usual social barriers and came together and did what needed to be done. Again we heard the waves are coming. We all ran up the hill, to the side of the temple then came back down again when we realised that there wasn't going to be another tsunami. This happened several times and soon we all smartened up and resolved to verify our facts before taking any action. We also decided to make our retreat in a more orderly fashion, making sure that everyone was moved and no one was left behind by chance.

We realised there were no provisions for the night, so Michael and I collected money from everyone who had it, and went to buy food and water. We got a team of about seven strong men together. Most of them abandoned us near the road however, when they heard the rumours of another wave. Only Michael, one other brave man, and I resolved to push on. At one point, they both wanted to turn back. I wouldn't hear of it, and when they tried to head back I just kept going on and so forced them to follow me. I realise now that it was not right for me to push them, but we really needed these supplies. We got to the road and got the same shop opened. This time, however, they were not going to give us all we asked for. They had begun to ration things. I told the shop owner that there was like 250-300 people at Rock House (The name of the hotel), but he would not believe me. So we just took what we could get and returned to the hotel. Our bags were full of all the water and food that we could find. Their weight made walking increasingly difficult. Another alert had been sounded and everyone on the beach was moving inland. The three of us were the only ones running in the opposite direction.

This time, even I began to feel frightened. The others wanted to take another path, one that was supposedly safe but way longer. I knew I would not be able to make that walk as my feet were killing me. If we cut through the beach though, it would be infinitely easier and more importantly, would take ten minutes at the most. So against the wishes of the other two, I began to head that way. I thought they had decided to opt out as they didn't follow me. Once they realised that there would be no turning me from that path however, they relented and decided to come with me; only on one condition - that we would run all the way. That turned out to be the one thing I could not do. I tried my best to run, but my feet hurt badly. On our way, just in front of the beach, I saw a broken-down shop with three crates of drinks in front. I knew the water we were carrying would not be enough by far and so I got in to the shop and called the boys back. Each of us hoisted a crate of drinks. Now our loads had doubled (or even tripled) and my feet were starting to feel like jelly. The other two men ran fast, but I was so far behind that I soon I had lost sight of them. Thankfully, Michel came back and asked me if I was okay. I told him I felt fine and encouraged him to keep going. I also asked him to drop off his load and come back to help with mine, if he could manage it.

I stopped a man who was running away from the beach and he helped me put the case of drinks on top of my head. It was only after it had been placed on my head that I remembered the three-day-old hairline fracture I had at the base of my skull. Now my head began to hurt like hell. I set the case down and sat on fallen pillar from where I could see the beach clearly. I looked around me and I saw something crazy. I saw a man's face in the sand and thought it was a dead body buried under the sand, but it turned out to be the face alone. It had been ripped off and was lying on the sand.

I was only five meters away from the beach and the whole place was deserted. I got to my feet again and started to walk back with the drinks, I was making very slow progress, but I was getting there. I was within 20 meters of the hotel when Michael came back to help me, like he said he would. I got to the hotel and there more people had turned up. The boys kept saying good job, but the smiles of the Lambert family made it all worth while, they were they best! They helped me to the room and after I had drunk a little water, I rested for half an hour.

By this time they had begun to bring in the dead. I hauled a lot of bodies out and we all grieved for them, but my eyes remained dry. I am normally a person who cries a lot, but this time my eyes would not release my tears. I wanted so much to cry but I could not. The bodies were not recognisable, so the grief we felt was disconnected and generalised. At some point a man from the beach walked in with a dead baby and he gave it to its mother... that killed me. I tried not to cry, not to let them see me cry. I asked my self how can a God that says he loves us this much, hurt us this much? I didn't want to fall apart. I wanted to keep it together so that I could do whatever needed to be done. There were things I was willing to do that others were not, like move dead bodies... someone had to do it and I was able to, so I did it. I thought I was holding back the tears for others but now I think I was doing it for me. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to feel...

I felt guilty too, because I knew that once I got back to Colombo that I would be okay. All these foreign tourists would also go home and be fine, but the local Sri Lankans were another matter all together. They had lost everything - their families, their belongings and their livelihood... I can't imagine what it must be like for them. So many bodies, rotting. The stench will never leave me. I can still smell it here, now. All the perfumes in the world will not make the stench go away. I told the boys that we needed to take photos of the dead and also look for tattoos or birth marks that would help families identify them, The bodies were so badly decomposed, the smell made me want to vomit, and vomit all over again, but I could not.

We found this foreign woman whose body was in a pretty bad state. When I tried to lift her, her hands came off, and there were maggots all over. The worst part was the smells. I don't have the words to describe it. We wrapped her up in a big sheet and left her there. We must have covered around ten other bodies on both sides of the road. There were many more but I could not do more. So we went back to the hotel and took care of the bodies there. The stench was becoming unbearable and if we did not bury the corpses soon no one would be able to remain there. There were about seven bodies in the hotel - one man, five ladies including a pregnant mother and a little baby of about five to six months old. Two other bodies were claimed by a local man, who said they were his wife and child (six months).

So that left us with five bodies from the hotel. I was surprised to see many women coming in to help us deal with the bodies. It was so hard to wrap up the pregnant woman as her stomach was starting to open up and any quick movement would mean she would just come apart, especially since by this time her weight had doubled.

That done, we set out to dig graves. By this time more people had started coming into the hotel but only few of them were trying to help. I was a bit upset about that. We began trying to gather the tools we would need to dig graves. We did not find much but what ever we could use, we used. It was hard work, digging those graves, because the sand was still muddy and hard. There were ten of us there and we were doing our very best. Six foreigners and three locals were helping, and soon we were all feeling incredibly tired. But more foreigners turned up to help and they started to make a path to the graves. After we got to about six feet, we stopped as we just could not dig any more. We were going to bury them all in one big grave, to help us cut down on the amount of digging we had to do.

Now all we had to do is bring the bodies to the grave, so we went back to the hotel and loaded them up. The grave was about 500 meters away from the hotel so we had a good walk. The roads were still full of rubble which managed to further aggravate our injuries. We would take one body at a time and lower it into the grave. By then, a bulldozer had made an appearance and was clearing all the debris off the road. I had worn clothes that belonged to the Lambert women throughout the period. I had this pair of wraparound pants on. I still have no idea what they are called but they kept slipping off. Once as we were carrying a body to the grave my pants fell off! God! I did not know what to do, I told other three men to stop and I put the stretcher on my shoulder and pulled up my pants. That was probably the most embarrassing moment for me. But it made a lot of people around me smile, so it was worth it!

By the time we came to the last body, the bulldozer had cleared most of the road and the going was much easier. The only problem was that as the bulldozer moved the rubble more bodies were found underneath. By this time I was so tired that I decided to return to the hotel and rest. As soon as I got close to the hotel, Naima one of the Lambert Family girls, came out and helped me back to the room. She also got a something to drink and I fell asleep on the chair outside. The Lamberts tried to get me to eat and drink but I was not up to any of that. By this time my body had started to fall apart. I had a high fever, vomiting, and pains all over my body. I still tried to help by playing with the kids around me, but I knew I could not do much now. We went to sleep that night with the all the little candles we could find lit up around us. The next morning a lot of people had managed to find ways to get out, but more from the surrounding beaches had started to turn up.

There were a few people (mostly British) who were getting things organised. Tim, a doctor was one of them, as was Jake and Shan. There were about four others, whose names I can't quite recall now. They were the heroes to me, as they did all they could voluntarily. I am so thankful for all that they did for all of us.

Jake came over to me and told me that we needed more water. And despite Shan telling me I should not go, I decided to try anyway. This time I got the Lambert family to come along as I felt they needed to deal with their fears. I wanted to see the room that I had been in as well. We all went to the beach and looked around; it was hard for the Lamberts. I could see that Michel was okay and moving around in a much more energetic way. We got to the beach and then to the hotel room that I had been in and looked around. I felt like I was looking at my grave but that I had just barely escaped it. Michael kept telling me that I am a hard person to kill, and I see that what he says is true. All my friends and family tell me that too, and I believe that, I feel like even God knows I won't die that easy! I have been close to death so many times in my life; the closest I got was being in a coma for some months. And now this.

We wandered through the rubble and I got to this room that had three crates of water and that was like finding gold. I called out to the others and we got them back to the hotel. By this time, I was beginning to feel close to burning up and so very weak. I could not do much but when they tried to send me off I said I would not leave without the Lambert family and Michael. The truth is that I wanted to stay and help.

We were all in a bus by 5.30 p.m. that took us eight hours to get back to Colombo. Michael and the Lambert family had a place to stay at the BMICH, but when they got there, nothing was waiting for them. Many people were sleeping all over the ground. I called my aunt from there and asked her if they could stay at her place and that's what we did. The next morning, the Lambert family went to Negombo, looking for their stuff which was, thankfully, untouched. They came back and said their goodbyes, setting off to the airport immediately after. They are now safely back in the UK.

They call me their spiritual son. It's crazy what something like this can do to the human spirit, it is one of the strongest bonds I have seen and experienced. All these separations we have created are cast aside at times like this. The truth is we are just one big family, of one kind - The human kind. We all feel the same pain and the same sadness, we all have the same needs and we all need a little bit of love.

I've told you all this so that you will also give to someone in need a little bit of that human love that there is in you. As for me, I am safe in a room in Colombo. Still have gastritis and some body pains, but I hate to stay in bed, as I know of so many people out there who don't have anything. I plan on going back there as soon as I get better. Till then I beg of you: Do whatever you can. Whatever it is, just do it!

Timothy Senaviratne
Sri Lanka
tim_sri@hotmail.com



This child has missed his parents in the Tsunami incident. Somewhere this child's parents might come to know the whereabouts of this child.

The boy is about 2 years, from Khoa Lak, and is missing his parents. Nobody knows what country he comes from. If anyone can identify him, please contact us by phone: 076-249400-4 ext. 1336, 1339, or by email at: info@phuket-inter-hospital.co.th