It was a sunny day
in the winter vacation,
when there were lots of people on holidays
in Spain, Italy, Turkey and in South-East Asia.
It was sunny and warm there
and nobody had the feeling
that something terrible will happen
in Thailand, that year.
The sea was very warm
and everyone was on the beach.
Some people were laughing,
some swam in the blue water.
Others just lay in the sand
and enjoyed the warm sun.
The world was so peaceful.
Then there happened something exciting that day
and no one knew, that it would end terribly:
Suddenly, the sea went away
and you could see seashells, that were little,
but then, there were lots of screams
and when you looked to the sea,
there was a monster-wave rushing to the land and it seemed
that it reached the sky and we
were small and weak and too slow to run away.
The wave came nearer and nearer
and all people tried to escape
but then the wave was there; its height was 30 meter.
It carried away everything that got in its way
and people were praying and screaming for help –
but there didn’t come any…
...then everything was quiet.
The sun shined warm and the sky was blue.
People were desperate
and they asked themselves, if it could be true,
that they were alone now and all their friends were away,
or if they woke up –
and everything was okay.
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