The Hurricane was a Nightmare Kevin Parfait from Martinique This story took place about seven years ago. At that time I was only eleven years old, but images of that week are still as clear as it all happened yesterday. During that week, we had to face up to the most powerful hurricane Martinique has even seen. The fact that I was little increased the effects of such an experience. I can still hear the noise of the wind blowing on the taped windows that were shaking. Outside, everything was flying or moving...trees, papers, plastics. But the nightmare was not that phase, when we were just afraid without any other possibilities. The real one was after it hit. In fact, the hurricane did not cross the island only once, but three times, causing at each crossing more and more damage. During the entire week following that event, we were not able to go out of the house. All the roads were cut off, and we did not have running water or phones. Under those conditions, the hardest part was having no contact with the rest of my family living around the island. The feeling of presuming the death of your close friends and relatives was hard to endure. We stayed like that for one horrible week before everything was fixed. For me, those seven days, almost eight, were a real nightmare. More Experiences:
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