Oh man, we're still doing technical checkups tomorrow first hour in the morning at work. Does anyone have a home where i can like to go hide inside a box? :(
edit: Shit, that was an earthquake. I will just stop complaining.
HOLY FUCKIN SHIT GUYS. Shet, i don't even know how to put this in words. I almost died. I'm not even being metaphorical. The earthquake must have broken something cause MY FUCKIN STOVE JUST EXPLODED. I was working in bed when i heard a fuckin explosion in the kitchen and when i opened the door of the kitchen the stove was in fuckin fire and it was extending through all the kitchen. When i thought of closing the gas line i opened the cupboard doors (where the gasline is) and even the fuckin gasline was on fire. Since all the building is connected it was just a matter before it extended or exploded.
I was gonna put everything of what happened here (me evacuating the building, running to close the general gasline in the top floor) but now that i'm in my parents house my body is finally giving to the absolute terror i should have felt when i saw my house on fire with me in it. If i had given to this on the moment i would be dead. If i had been slept i would be dead. Fuck. I will try to tell it later but right now my hand are shaking.
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My stove used to be in there. The black spot was where the fire started. It reached the roof. Also, the mess was made by the firefighters. I swear it's not usually that dirty (and you know…firey).