First of all, I want to warn you about the danger of this post, because my English is very bad so, if you read this text you can get sick by Poliomyelitis.
I was
asleep. Deeply. I woke up in the middle of it, I didn't knew what was
happening. Then my brain clicked, everything was moving. I flew out of my bed
and went to the stairs, they were moving too and I don't know how, but I ran to
the main door. I stayed there for the rest of it.
The
earthquake lasted a minute, but after five I was still shaking. Outside was my
best friend, her mom, and her dog. She looked at me laughing, she wasn't scared
at all.
-That was
horrible! - I said.
-You can
hug my mom if you want to. - She laughed again.
I stayed
there for a few minutes before I realized i was just wearing my underwear. In
front of her, and worst, in front of her mom. When I realized I went inside and
put my pants on. I really don't know how, but in a few seconds I was outside
again.
It was
christmas day, we were all in shock because that doesn't happen in Chiloé
often. But after (a lot) of cleaning, a few milcaos and a shower, our day was
just as good as any other. We made a barbeque at night, the whole family. Her
dad was making jokes just as usual. We were watching the news, peacefully.
Wondering where all that tragedy was. We were happy.
It was a
remarkable day, not because of the earthquake, but because that day I learned
about the strength of the people in the Island.