Tonight the tsunami alarm went off here in Antofagasta. It wasn’t scary at all.
I was standing at my kitchen stove watching my pasta boil when I heard the sound. I heard my roommate ask what was that. “I hope it’s not the sound that I think it is.” I shouted back. But my heart didn’t race. I didn’t run to grab anything. I didn’t even leave the kitchen. I continued watching my pasta boil. And now that I write this I think that’s more scary than anything.
Things I need for my tsunami backpack:
2 liter bottles of water
first aid kit
I have none of these things. I’m hoping there is no tsunami or earthquake tomorrow. I’m headed to the store after school to get what I need for my pack.
Oh, that tsunami alarm turned out to be false. An error is what they are calling it. I should have felt an earthquake first. Maybe that’s why I didn’t move? Then again when your apartment is directly across from the ocean…well..where am I running to?