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Clouds gather, dense, big, brown, and heavy with rain and thunder outside my mother’s window. They keep fattening up, getting darker and filling up the whole sky. The day becomes night in five minutes. It is around noon and it is as dark as midnight. A minute later all clouds dissipate rapidly moving George Lucas style leaving a blue sky. I am under the impression that a volcano is erupting. Right away I see a big mountain throwing up scandalous projectiles of white dust and fog and vapor. I remain astonished, looking in awe, my jaws dropping, my pupils big as cherries. I am naked and terrified; I call my mother-sister-daughter (all in one) who is also naked, to my side. I say “Come, Come,” I say, “hide here under the table, we’ll be all right, don’t worry.” Before I anticipate what the blow would mean I sense the impact right between my stomach and the table’s edge, and there is something in me that feels extremely excited. The boom comes right away; I get thrown forward, the window slashes and splashes and explodes in tiny bits of glass before my eyes, the buildings right in front break in two, brown clouds of dust escaping the ruins in-progress. I am part of the dust and brown, and confusion of tables, chairs, clouds, arms, heads, fridges, levers, plates, forks, napkins, wine,
milk……cream……coffee……………………………………………………………..
Sour………………………………………..sauté…………………………………….
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