My house is in chaos

Exactly eight months ago, we survived an earthquake.

They say it was 6.3 magnitude.

We all claim it was bigger.

The state has no money to repair our houses, roofs, broken windows.

We do everything ourselves, and the possibilities are very few.

We bought windows for the whole house and the husband installs them himself.

The city is one big ruin.

It looks worse than in horror movies.

Even though I’m not that old, I don’t believe it will build for my life.

We are poor people.

But we are also strong, because we do not give in easily to all the misfortunes that have befallen us.

One day everything will be perfect, when we are gone, unfortunately.