Short Story: There is something that is no longer among us

I remember perfectly what happened that fateful night for this small town, where the strong hurricane winds accompanied by a torrential rain managed to lift into the air everything that was in its path, from light poles, trees, to animals and people; of which many of the latter were exposed in the streets at that time and failed to survive, and those of us who were in our homes stayed alive, despite losing our homes by "the great scourge". The state of our homes was already unfit to house people, and so the government took us all to a large makeshift shelter.

It was there that during those days of long stay I was able to share with many people, some were already known to me while others were not. As time went by we forged friendships and got to know each other better. And among the things we did was to celebrate birthdays and tell jokes, as well as certain gossip.

Another thing we used to do, especially the younger ones, was to go out and wander around the destroyed streets of our little town and pretend it was a post-apocalyptic scenario where we were the only survivors of the place, or that we were on a quest for great and spectacular treasures.

But those are just memories that will not return, because today and more than 40 years later, the town not only managed to overcome the tragedy but also and after the great reforms of the Government many changes took place, so many that generated a metamorphosis of the community to transform it into one of the largest and most prosperous cities in the nation, housing millions of people, and where human relations became a simple rarity.

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