On the evening of March 4, 1977, was a day that will remain in memories of the citizens of Bucharest. There it was for the first time and shocked everyone. Bucharest was hit by an earthquake measuring a whopping 7.3 on the Richter scale. The citizens were busy with their affairs, children were in kindergartens and schools and adults at their works. Only one girl remained at home because of her illness. Her name is Veronica and she remembers that day very clearly.
At 9:00 p.m, the earthquake struck. Almost every building in the city shook wildly and violently. At first I did not realize what was happening. All the things in our apartment started to shake and my medicines fell down. Moreover, I was too stunned to move and to think about anything. In a minute I was already sitting under the table in the same room. There was a tablecloth on the board so I was like in a small house and the fear went away. The earthquake and horrible shaking lasted more than a minute, but it seemed like ages to me.
Finally, the shaking stopped. I was sitting on the cool floor for ten minutes, because I was scared to move. Then I looked from under the tablecloth and saw a horrible mass in my room. Hopefully, it was afternoon and despite absence of electricity I could see everything clearly. The next step was to call my mother and to ask her whether she is ok. When I took my phone the battery was dead. After a few moments I started to worry about my parents more, because of the news on the radio. I tried my phone again, but it did not work.
Late in the evening my mother finally arrived home. She looked we frightened and worried, because she could not call me. My mother tried to call my father, but he was out rich. A few hours later the doorbell rang. When I opened the door I saw my father very tired, filthy and happy for being home again. I was so happy to see them again.
It was my first earthquake and I will never forget it and it taught me a...