My country - Georgia, is between Greater Caucasian Mountains and Caucasia Minor Mountain ranges and it’s also prone to earthquakes.
I couldn’t help but imagine what happened in Morocco.
I imagined that It’s a peaceful Friday night.
Some families already put their children to sleep and now they have some time to relax,
Some families are gathered in the living room and just spend a lovely evening in each other’s company,
Maybe there even was a girl similar to me, annoying little brother and loving parents.
They feel cozy and peaceful, at the safest place in the world - home…
Looking forward to the new day.
Yet, that day will never come for them.
And the place that’s supposed to be the safest for them, suddenly falls upon them.
I wonder, was it quick for them or did the girl feel the horrible helplessness of not being able to save her little brother.
I know there’s nothing that could be done to prevent this.
But I just feel so sad for those people, buried under what used to be their homes.
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