21 October 1869
It is night; the sea was rough; the hurricane destroyed trees and its sound penetrated the womb of the earth. The storm discharged hails, lightning and thunder. A powerful voice commanded me to withdraw to the bossom of the mountain. I did it. There my ears were attuned, perceiving the cry of a mother, the lamentations of a spouse, the woes of a daughter...a compendium of the situation of the people.
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