Well, it looks very much like I was preparing it... it did happen, last  Saturday, 4 September at 4:35am.
I wake up in the darkness and  feel that everything is shaking around in the bedroom. I immediately  realize it is an earthquake, get up and call my husband, saying:  "Liefke, il y a un tremblement de terre, les enfants !" My husband  springs out of bed and runs into the hall towards the kids' bedroom. I  immediately follow him. Power was cut and he tatters the wall looking  for his way; there a lot of Pampers' boxes containing books aligned  against the wall and they are all shaking.
We arrive at their  bedroom: my husband reaches for the elder's bed (I do not how but he was  still sleeping soundly) and I reach for the youngster's bed. B is  sitting at his bed, far from the windows (as we had explained him to do  in the event of a quake). I sit next to him. The room keeps shaking but  we are all calm, our brains concentrated on what is happening and on the  immediate action to be done, if any.
It lasts for about 40  seconds and then then shaking stops. My hsuband is going to look for the  keys. There are boxes on his way in the hall but in the main living  room, most of the furniture remained at its place.
We go outside  and see a neighbour: he and his family are fine. Our neighbour, an  Englishman who lives in New Zealand for over 50 years, says this is the  first time he has experienced such a violent quake. Looking at absence  of damage on the streets and at home, I wonder whether this had not been  a 4. something earthquake... How wrong I was...
Saturday, 4 September 2010
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