Dear Diary,
We
still haven’t been notified of any safety guarantee of our area yet. The temperatures
are still at a peak though and there is no mistaking the roaring sounds outside
this hard structure. The radio people are going on telling us how far the fires
are stretching, the conditions in areas hit; they already have a death toll
starting to rise. But all we can do is sit there and listen hoping to hear good
news. We have been drinking water like
crazy and are starting to get low on supplies. Then we hear what we had only
dreamed of hearing today.
“Anyone
in northern part above Melbourne Kinglake and St Andrew areas, firemen have
confirmed these areas SAFE. If anyone is hearing this in that area please
contact the SES line over radio if no access is present then hang on tight and
helicopters will be sent around to check all the areas affected. We have also
been notified that a shelter has already been set up with supplies on their
way. This shelter is at St Andrews Collage.”
Mum
jumps up and pulls us all in for a hug. Both mum and I have a small tear of joy
knowing that we are going to be okay. As we opened the bunker door a mountain
of ash and puff rushed in. Not only was that but a giant heat wave quickly hit
us. We slowly climbed out of the bunker to the realisation of our home burnt to
the ground. Everything I had owed, or had worked for, my life practically burnt
to the crisp scattered in front of me.
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