A disaster is something that we sometimes think about and imagine. But they sometimos happen.
When I was 12 years old. I was in a disaster, which was very bad. A lot of people died. I was there, and with my family we were able to survie. However, we didn’t have anywhere to go or to sleep. We were walking for five hours without anything. Fortunately, we found on the motorway with a big car. We went and slept in their car for three days. After that, we arrived at the airport. There were those people who suvived, but not much. Then, we flew and landed at 22:00 in Spain, without the passport, because we were in a disaster. One year after the disaster, the city was very beautiful and with lots of people again.
In the end, we were happy in Sain and for now we haven’t had a sisaster here. Now, we can have a normal life. But we didn’t go back.
Pseudònim: JL