November 16, 1975, was a terrifying day for me. It was 7:30 on a
Thursday morning in Mexico. I was alone because my parents
were out of town. Suddenly, the room started to shake. Some
dishes fell to the floor. I did not know what to do, so I got under a
television, but the electricity was off. After that, I tried the
telephone, but it did not work. Shortly after, the neighbors came
rang. It was my mother from Mexico City. She was more
frightened than I was.