Luke Rhinehart LONG VOYAGE BACK

For Ann,

who made me aware

Behold, the day of the Lord comes cruel, with wrath and fierce anger, to make the earth a desolation and to destroy the sinners from it. For the stars of the heavens and their constellations, will not give their light; the sun will be dark at its rising and the moon will not shed its light… Therefore will I make the heavens tremble, and the earth will be shaken out of it’s place…

—Isaiah 13:9-10, 13

PREFACE

This is not a ship’s log nor an official report. Although notes we have all taken over the last year have certainly helped, it’s also not our collective diaries and journals. What we’ve tried to do, for ourselves primarily, for some future readers if there are any, is to recreate what it was like for those we knew and for us, for this small family of people who are still survivors.

We make no effort to take a global view, nor have we any pretensions to being historians. We have no thesis. We are interested in people, in those who survived the initial holocaust, whom we met, knew, tried to save, in some cases failed to save; how all of us, the remnants, coped with the aftermath; how we were dragged down by it, so often failing.

Yet some of us survive. At this point that alone gives our story significance.

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