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Have you tried to imagine the death once or see
It’s Scary Saturday twenty-fifth of the month of May 2002
I have spent most difficult weekend of my life on a journey of migration across the Mediterranean in a small boat to Italy, has started all my journey with me and 17 people in a small boat in that Saturday the dark waves were high and the dark darkness can not see your neighbor and the wind was a storm we were on the verge of death, where income water to our boat and our acquisition of fear and we realized we would be overwhelmed by the sea .. It’s a tragic moment in my life I can not forget it . the waves rise above our boat . I was wearing a shirt with a light and I shuddered from the intensity of cold and Azdat things are bad when you stop to drive the boat that brings us here bear disorder and fear between us, but the power of God intervened and worked with the engine again We spent the night all grapple with death. I had a boat of some women and children, the children were screaming, women crying for fear of death we were not thinking only of an escape from death when the sun shone and we found ourselves in the middle of the sea water surrounding the building from each side did not have food or water and sea water salty we give what is left of the water to children and women Zbda some children lose consciousness and were afraid to lose one of us g sailed during the day Sunday in the atmosphere, not less dangerous for Saturday night until mid day on Sunday, we encountered a ship Italian campaign to the coasts of Italy and gave us food and water.
Can not forget those terrible days and frightening memory of a life still in my mind until now
I do not understand Azdat and Zbda, but here is my attempt:
Have you ever tried to imagine what death will be like.
It was a scary Saturday the twenty-fifth of May in 2002.
I spent the most difficult weekend of my life on a journey of migration across the Mediterranean to Italy on a small boat. I began my journey with 17 other people on a small boat on that Saturday. The waves were high and dark, in the darkness one could not see one´s neighbour, and the wind was storming. We were close to death, the boat was taking on water, we were frightened by the realisation that the sea could engulf us. . . It is a tragic moment in my life that still haunts me . . . the waves rising above the boat . . . I wore a light shirt and was shivering from the intense cold . . . but God intervened with his power and brought the engine back to life. The night we grappled with death. The women and children in the boat were screaming, afraid of dying. . . . We wanted to escape death, the sun came up and we saw we were in the middle of the sea, . . . no food or water, the sea water too salty, the children and the women had the rest of the water. Some of the children lost consciousness and we were afraid that we would lose one of them. On Sunday, the weather was not much better than the Saturday night. At midday on Sunday, we encountered an Italian coastal ship who gave us food and water.
I cannot forget those terrifying days and the frightening memory is still very clear in my mind.