One year ago started the nightmare...oh yes, I remember that like it happened yesterday.
So I'll tell you my story:
It was late night, as a matter of fact, it was early morning, the sky was dark and the lonely stars couldn't light it all up. I was awakened by an annoying loud sound:
COULD IT REALLY BE???-I thought(actually half of my brain was still sleeping...)- These stupid masons has started to work at this late hour???!!!-
(In the last days there were a few masons that were working in the next building and had taken a bad habit, not to coply the "SIESTA time")
So nervously I covered my head with the blanket and... At that point I realized that it wasn't the masons.
It was an EARTHQUAKE. A BIG one.
I got up and took my dog (that was sleeping deeply...apperently she lost her "sixth sense") while hearing my mum and dad shout :- Run Micol, RUN!Out of the house!
I took my torch and ran out of the house. I wasn't scared, I was... well I don't know. I guess my emotions were too scared to reveal their selves.
That day was only the beginning. There were many other earthquakes on the days that followed and some people died too; on the 29 of may 2012 came one even stronger than the first. I was at school that day.
I've always loved storms, but since then I am always very nervous when there is one. You see, that Dreadfull noise that seems to come out of the the deep earth is very similar to a thunder.
There is a storm out of the window right now.