Since i was a child i heard about the terrible and unexpected earthquake, my parents spoken with my brother and me very seriosly about this situation, and made plans about what to do...ten years later this event happened totally different as how i imagened it. i was in the cost of papudo, with my parents but my father was in santiago. First i heard creak the wood and then started the tremor in a eternal "crescendo", in this moment i knew that it was the annound earthquake, my hearth beaten stronger but i was in control to my self. i went to the kitchen's door and waited the end, the end of what? i don't know... because i was thinking about the posibility of a tsunami, this idea made me think that any time the huge wave would come to kill us... to be more precise i spent the night waiting to live or to die.
