O primeiro terremoto a gente nunca esquece
The first earthquake we never forget
It was a cold autumn morning like any other but instead of being awakened by the alarm clock I woke up with a tremor. My first reaction was to deny and think it was a dream, the kind of dream you wake up scared thinking that you are falling or something. But after the second tremor I had to accept that had just gone through my first earthquake.
It was an earthquake of magnitude 4.1 and the center of the quake is located about 27km from Izmir. It was not anything big with many consequences but it was enough to stir my bed, shake the windows and frames and certainly big enough to scare a Brazilian who had never experienced anything like it.
And with that I think of how Brazil is blessed by not having any of that and also how we are in the hands of fate. It is impossible to predict or be prepared for everything, we just have to make the most of every moment, complain less and give more value to what really matters.