Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes
One of the most hurtful thing that a flasflood did to me was when I lost my Calvin and Hobbes Comic Book Collection. It happened in June 2008. I was sleeping and woken by tghe sound of water flowing. I thought its my mind telling me that I need to pee. When my feet touch my room floor theres water flowing in. And its rising fast! And I am so glad that the electricity went off few seconds after that cuz I dont know what would've have happened. Panic helped a lot. Seconds after that my family and I are carrying things way bigger than us up in a small second floor. The water wont stop rising and my knees would want to cave in. One point I sawmy sister carry our big dog up. I dont know if theres still space there.
Few minutes after the water stopped.
I sat on the bed that was submerged in muddy black water and I looked around and saw everything wet.
My books. My precious books.
Unlike here that you have libraries where you can borrow books, we Filipinos need to buy our own and they are expensive even though they are exempted from VAT (Value Added Tax). They are mostly imported too. When I got a job my salary is not enough for me to buy books. I have to wait 2 or 3 salary saved money before I can buy one book that I love. Its mostly Calvin & Hobbes, Gaiman, Architecture Books, Anatomy books for my sketching and some local authors as well. I am also in love with this series by Francince Pascal which is called Fearless and the Lemony Snicket ones.
When I saw them floating on that muddy water something in me died. I didnt cry but I felt the saddest ever. The meals that skipped, coffee and movie that I didnt see. The tasteless oatmeal that I ate just so I can save.
A dagger in my heart. That explained the pain then.
I recovered of course. I should be thankful that none of the pets died, none of the family members died and I did not die. Physically.
I think that that flash flood killed something inside everyone in that household.
Sense of security. Everyone would be jumpy everytime theres rain. Scared that that rain would bring flash flooding again.
Living with it for the longest time doesnt help too. Living with the muddy smell to remind you of that day.
I still love books. But I am scared to have them physically now. Even here. Cuz that part that of me that died that day is still dead. I never went back to my old self. And I never saw my Calvin & Hobbes ever again.