It was a windy hot summer day and I was at my parents cabin, south of Lisbon waiting for my mom to finish cooking lunch. French fries, salad and grilled turkey. At the time I was txting my childhood friend Tiago and we were both incredibly disturbed by what was being shown on TV. I remember writing down our conversation in one of my notebooks, because I sincerely felt that was going to be a day I would never forget and felt the need to record my emotions. I still have that note book with our conversation.
On this day my heart goes to all the families and friends of all the victims of the catastrophe. Not only the ones that dies, but also for those who survived.
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