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My memory of the earthquake is very limited; I have an impression that I was playing on a hillside, a short distance from the village, perhaps, when everything around me began to shake and unbound itself from the ground, and, before I could establish what was going on, I found myself amongst a mess of mud-hut walls and tumbled down thatched leaf roofs, and voices moaning about something or other. My senses began to leave me, and the mess and the voices began to drift further and further away from me, until I found myself among strange thoughts.
What I guessed to be some days later, when I had regained a few of my senses, I became aware of something being lifted off me, and being brought to my feet, with a crowd of dirty, miserable looking faces staring at me. My eyes drifted from face to face for some time, before they fixed on a familiar one- an auntie or an uncle, a cousin perhaps, possibly even a sister- I couldn’t decide. Whoever it was, stumbled up to me, bruised and dirty, to grasp me in such a way that I felt it as a curiously tingly sensation. He or she stared down at me with a look of pity, and embraced me, murmuring something unintelligible; and for the next few days, a tent and a red cross are clear in my mind. Strange figures dressed in white rushed in and out of the tent, applying sharp objects and cloth to my skin, and having long discussions over my health. Sometime later, a familiar face appeared, and I was taken from the tent.
Much of what has happened since still remains a mystery to me, though my memory becomes much clearer as I recall events closer to the present.
Here's a sample:
My memory of the earthquake is very limited; I have an impression that I was playing on a hillside, a short distance from the village, perhaps, when everything around me began to shake and unbound itself from the ground, and, before I could establish what was going on, I found myself amongst a mess of mud-hut walls and tumbled down thatched leaf roofs, and voices moaning about something or other. My senses began to leave me, and the mess and the voices began to drift further and further away from me, until I found myself among strange thoughts.
What I guessed to be some days later, when I had regained a few of my senses, I became aware of something being lifted off me, and being brought to my feet, with a crowd of dirty, miserable looking faces staring at me. My eyes drifted from face to face for some time, before they fixed on a familiar one- an auntie or an uncle, a cousin perhaps, possibly even a sister- I couldn’t decide. Whoever it was, stumbled up to me, bruised and dirty, to grasp me in such a way that I felt it as a curiously tingly sensation. He or she stared down at me with a look of pity, and embraced me, murmuring something unintelligible; and for the next few days, a tent and a red cross are clear in my mind. Strange figures dressed in white rushed in and out of the tent, applying sharp objects and cloth to my skin, and having long discussions over my health. Sometime later, a familiar face appeared, and I was taken from the tent.
Much of what has happened since still remains a mystery to me, though my memory becomes much clearer as I recall events closer to the present.