The earthquake of February was my second experience with this kind of phenomenon, but the first one in a ninth floor, i have to say that it was pretty harder in the apartment.
I wasn't afraid until i get noticed that it was in fact an earthquake, i was convinced that it was a hard tremor. The first person i called was my girlfriend, who live in a nineteenth floor (guess how hard was there) and she was the one who told me that we lived an earthquake, it doesn't mean i wasn't worried about my family, it only means that my family was in Ovalle, and my girlfriend was here in Santiago, it make sense now, doesn't?
After i made my call i get down of my apartment i started to ask the strength of the movement and the epicenter, to know if my family was o not affected, at the same time i was trying to call them, but the cell phone line wasn't working. When i finally talked with my mom she told me that she was sleeping.
It was around the 6 am when i went again to my apartment, but couldn't fell sleep until around 10, so i was waiting watching the news and feeling the replica.
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