"Mama, bakit gumagalaw yung mga frames?"
"Anak, lumilindol. Pumutok na ata ang bulkan."
"Ano yung bulkan, Mama?"
I can hear people rushing towards the clearings outside. Screaming.
"Pumutok na! Pumutok na!"
"Katapusan na ng mundo!"
All I can hear thereafter was my mom praying, clutching my young body into hers. When we came to a clearing, a basketball court some paces away from the house, I can well remember seeing that cylindrical column of gray cloud billowing from the north. It was high it literally touched the heavens.
Days after that Pinatubo explosion, it felt like noontime didn't want to show up. It was always twilight and late afternoon. We come sweeping inches of ash and dust at our roof in the fear of it collapsing should a few more inches of gray material pile up on it.
Our half-constructed home was the only elevated house among the vicinity. Naturally, our welcoming sanctuary became the shelter of the flooded families. Relatives to be exact.
The windows then were of no glasses but sack, and the rains come splashing through our sleeping faces one morning. There were no doors, but movable pieces of plywood to separate the furnitureless interior spaces from the outside havoc of rain and gusts of winds. The very few pieces of furnishings upstairs came being pushed back and forth due to the ever-changing winds that splashes rain drops inside the deck. There was few food for the multiude that currently resides.
Then here comes hysteria; panic; heaven forbid, pandemonium. News flashed people rushing outside buildings. The power of the earth turns out to be so powerful that emotions and minds of the people are sometimes defied in the peak of the events.
The Baguio devastation of 1992 and the tsunami of 2004(?) were among the worst manifestations of an earthshake. Not a very good sight or event to remember, but this became the standard to be the worst to be prepared for. Ever since, everyone came weary when an earthquake strikes, because it is the aftermath that is being prepared for, not the earthquake itself.
After the battle for survival has restored us to our normal lives, cherish the plot. Memories of these events and the story of our survival will surely be an inspiration to others, may it be big or small.