Lundi 3 décembre 2007
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Last week, while I was running in the stadium I saw the birth of a little tornado of sand. After the time of diwali I thought that it was one of those crackers that a man was lighting in the middle
of the afternoon and I hardly understood the purpose of lighting one at that time.
I spoke about it to my friends, they just laugh at me... it was actually a tornado...
By the following days, Aurelia, woke up at around 4.30 am. The hearthquake which was in the following day at the very beginning of any conversation and meeting was awaking all the hostel.
Suddenly the hearthquake produced the inamiginable... it created a hen house in the corridor of the Chandrabhaga...
Par Choralyne
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