Imagine for a minute you are on a boat, and it's rocking violently back and forth. Imagine it is night and all the lights are out. Imagine your bedroom is placed inside this boat and you're in bed. That's how I woke up early this Saturday morning. Within moments Claudia and I were standing besides our bed and while I was putting on a pair of jeans that were lying besides the bed she was pulling at me saying "we have got to leave, we have got to leave".
We made our way through our apartment, bumping into a wall or two along the way. When we got to our front door I didn't understand why Claudia was taking so long to open the door and almost wanted to shove her aside and do it myself. At that moment the door opened and I now know that during an earthquake doors have a habit of getting stuck. We crossed the hallway, sparsely lit by some of the lights that must have been connected to the emergency power of the building, and made our way down the stairs where we encountered several other inhabitants. We must have taken more than 3 minutes in total because when we got to the buildings entrance hallway the shaking had stopped.
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