The storm of December 26, 1999.

I lost my boat in the storm and I want to tell you my story. One morning of December my father said that there was a storm. So we headed to the harbour. At the port, there were waves of at least 2 meters’ height. Boats had been detached and were sinking in the port. My boat was still at its place, there was just the cover which had been removed.

We went back to the house to look for my mom. When we went back to the harbour, we first did not see my boat anymore; we got worried. We then saw my boat: it was cut into two and was on the parking. I cried all my tears off my body. It was the first time that I saw my parents crying. This boat I liked it more than anything else in the world. This boat was from the 1950s; it was made out of wood. When I think about all that and that period, my stomach aches.