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The visit

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Max Dawe 10T The Visit - 27/3/07 As the dust began to settle, I lay trapped under the rubble of my hotel room. What had just happened? A terrorist attack? A suicide bomber? I began to realize what had happened. I had seen devastation like this before. The room was filled with darkness except for a small beam of light glaring through the cracked wall. Broken glass was everywhere amongst the bricks and mud scattered on the layer of dust covering the hotel room floor. Ornaments and paintings had been tossed from the walls, into a pile of chaos and destruction. Parts of the walls had tumbled down, making the environment difficult to breathe in. Like a half bitten sandwich, the room sat silently in ruin. The rug that had once dominated the room was now sprawled out lifelessly across the floorboards, covered in debris. The four poster bed was in mammoth splinters. ...read more.


Sirens began to surround the smashed hotel. Panic started to set in as screaming adults and children began the desperate search for lost loved ones. I could not see or hear my child and so many questions were going through my mind. Is she safe? Is she even alive? Has someone found her? The state of the hotel was disregarded now. Ambulances and fire engines sped across gardens and through saunas to get as close as possible to the wreckage. I started to feel faint, the blood was pouring from my head. I felt that I wasn't going to last much longer. Footsteps started echoing through what was a corridor but now resembled a cave. I could hear someone yelling my name. My eyes lit up using up vital amounts of the minimal energy I had left. ...read more.


I shouted in utter desperation. A slight sound came out. There was some banging at a few jammed planks of wood. They broke, dust was stirred again, fragments of concrete fell, but what emerged injected kicks of adrenalin into my bloodstream, my seven year-old daughter had found me. She ran over, wiped the blood that masked my face and kissed me above the forehead. I was safe, I could feel it. She shouted for paramedics and they came loaded with equipment. I was going to survive. They moved beams and planks from on top of me. I was then stretchered out of the wreckage. Once more I hugged my daughter. I had survived, thanks to her. They treated me, I spent days in hospital. My leg still will never fully recover. I cannot fully extend it due to the damage done to my right knee but I am still alive to see my daughter and that is all that matters. ...read more.

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