The morning of February twenty-seven I was with two friends in Pichilemu. I was going to the bathroom when the movement began. I thought that it wasn't so big, but in a few seconds I realize about the situation, then I dressed up and we go to the door. Someone told us that everybody has to be far from the beach and go to the hill. People were calm, that was good, and the emergency steps save too many. In the morning we heard that the big wave take a lot of handmade stands, some houses go down and two kids were lost on the tsunami. After that it was so difficult go home (arrive to Santiago from Pichilemu), because the panic spread among the people, but in the Monday noon I could see my parents and my sister, after three days without communications. The nightmare was gone.
