“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
She is short and thin, with sun-streaked white hair and sun-burned face. Her eyes looked weary from a night of despair. She was wearing this muted pink shirt and sun-faded skirt.
“The water entered here and the hellish wind kept pummeling our roof. We were scared that we would die,” she bent over to point the area where the flood waters flowed. (more…)
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