Cancer Of The Tongue More Condition_symptoms

Since I heard the latest jolt in a tent, it's been so many days.
And, yesterday evening, just did not expect.
At home, the shock, they feel very strong even though the magnitude is low. It seems that at any moment everything is down. But then nothing happens. Everything shook, then there is the roar and that's it.
But in a tent does not feel the earthquake.
no wobbles at all, and even if something is moving, however, makes no noise.
But yesterday evening.
At 22:30 I heard it. And there was a roar that I thought were the stands collapsing.
legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and even though I was quiet, they showed no signs of stopping. But ten minutes time, and returned to business as usual.

Tonight it rained a lot.
And I was awakened by the pounding of continuous rain. The time to make a visit to the baths, the time of soaking wet, that I'm back to sleep.
And this morning, at breakfast, there was silence. No one breathed.
Only one man whispered to his neighbor across the table:
-I do not I go to the camp, if you do not give me the wooden house? -
"But it's too hot, you can not stay-
-And if I go away and if non mi danno niente? In tenda non ci stare per sempre!-
E mangiavano. Uno un cornetto Bauli, l’altro dei biscotti secchi.

Ieri pomeriggio hanno portato i condizionatori.
Uno per ogni tenda.
E nella nostra, non c’è posto per allocarlo.
Sull’entrata, infatti, ci sono montagne di bustoni neri.
Le cataste di panni della signorina e del signorino impediscono a chiunque di muoversi agilmente. A volte, durante la notte, minano la vita degli inquilini, crollando sui letti di chi dorme. Il giorno, invece, crollano sulla strada, facendo inciampare chiunque tenti di passare.