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It was one weekend during the autumn of 2000. I had gone with my family to the village of my great-grandmother, where I usually spend my hollydays. We went to loock for mushrooms, but we were not able to go out of the village. If I were know that the disaster was coming, I'd never go to the village.

The weather forecast was clouds giving way to some sun. But on Saturday, when I got up, It was raining slowly, and then, after the breakfast, an enormous shower with incredible thunders lead to a frightening darkness instead the blue sky. I think that the temperature went ten degrees down in a couple of hours, that's not what you'd spect about a weekend!

It was a flood, every street was a river, there were sheeps swiming arround the High Square and the rivers overflowed their edges. But this's not all! The authentic disaster was going to happen during the lunch time. At the top of the walley there's a big dam, and the village is only 9 kilometres going down the river. This dam was full of water that autumn and for preasure reasons, and the strong storm, the government and the council decided to open the foodgates, adding more and more water to the river.

The next day the village appeared in every TV-chanel, the river had destroied the forest, two bridges, the road, and a lot of market gardens, farms and countries. It had rain 520 litres in only 9 hours. Could be that you think that it's not true, but I remember that there was a Renault Clio in the highest broanch of an enormous poplar near of the river.