last night... i was sitting in my bed and reading The Bible. suddenly i saw the ceiling shaking. it was like somebody fell on the floor upstairs. my mum thought it was my grandpa. we rushed upstairs. their lights were off. but then we saw our neighbours at their windows. they had felt the shakes too. "it was an earthquake," i told to my mum. "no, it wasn't. it could be an explosion. the shakes were vertical. i remember the earthquake of 1988. it was different." "yeah, but it was much stronger. you can never say."
i had a sleepless night. i was afraid that the shakes would be repeated. at the time i slept, i had a dream where someone told me that the epicentre was in Paraqar (a place near Yerevan). i woke up in the morning and went to work. when i returned, my mum said, "yeah, it really was an earthquake. the epicentre was in Paraqar. no victims." i'm glad it wasn't strong enough to make many damages. but i'm afraid. it can be repeated at any time.