I was working at my home in Puebla, Mexico, making phone calls and writing emails. Suddenly, the table began to move. “Another earthquake,” I thought. I slowly stood up and headed towards the stairs — and heard the noise of things falling off shelves. I knew immediately that the quake was a big one.
Just twelve days before, another earthquake had shaken the south of Mexico, killing 98 people. The capital and the city of Puebla experienced only mild movement. I was already sleeping around midnight when I felt as if someone was rocking the bed. I had never experienced an earthquake before, so I didn’t really know how to react until the next day when my work colleagues told me how they had left their homes in pajamas and slippers.