The terrible wave has got me remembering an earthquake in Istanbul.
It was evening. I was in bed, watching The Brittas Empire on BBC Prime. The bed began to shake, and then the whole flat, which was at the top of a six story building, began to rock gently, side to side. The ironing board was propped against the wall, and fell over. The telly was sat on a frail table, and I was sure it would fall off. It didn’t. And I was thinking “Wow! What a rush!” It lasted a minute or so. Only when the building stopped moving did I feel afraid, in my stomach.