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Saving Family
Saving Family
By Gwyneth Cunningham
Kaimana touches a picture that transports her, and helps her save her family before
the tsunami.
The Guardian
Interviews by Kate Lamb in Jakarta
Thursday 25 December 2014 18.00 EST
Indian Ocean tsunami: survivors' stories from Aceh
Marthunis, 17, from Alue Naga village, Banda Aceh
That morning I was playing soccer with my friends. We ran home after the strong earthquake and
after that I heard a really loud noise, like an aeroplane. When I looked at the sea I saw something I had
never seen before and I was terrified. My family rushed into our minivan but the road was full with
everyone trying to escape. The black wave hit our minivan, turning us over several times before I blacked
out. When I regained consciousness I was in the water. Holding on to a school chair, I floated until I
landed on a beach. I had no idea where I was and I was so hungry and thirsty. There were bodies and
debris everywhere. Under a mangrove tree I saw a mattress had washed up and I started searching for
packets of noodles and bottles of water, collecting them around my mattress. After five days I didnt have
any water or food left. I survived there by myself until day 20. Thats when I saw people coming to
collect the bodies. They rescued me and took me to Fakinah hospital where I found my father. He told me
my mother and sister had died in the tsunami.
On Saturday I went fishing around Pulau Weh, an island off Aceh, and we spent the night there.
We were on the way back to the mainland on Sunday morning when our boats started rocking. After that
we could see a huge wave in the distance. It was extraordinary, about 20 meters high. Another boat crew
heading to land started yelling at us, telling us to return to the middle of the ocean. Three waves passed
and at noon we got a radio call asking for us to help rescue the victims. On the way back we saw bodies
floating in the water. It was unbelievable. We picked up many survivors. When we got to land we saw
that it was flat, debris was everywhere and there was a clear view of the mountain. We helped rescue
people all day and before it got dark I returned to my home in Kampoeng Jawa village. Sadly, my house
had been swept away. I had lost my wife and my son and I didnt know what to do. I went to the great
mosque and slept there on the terrace and the tremors continued into the night.
tsunami was 10 years ago but I feel like it just happened. I keep remembering even though I know my life
should go on.
Saving Family
I was confused. So, I ran to where he was and asked what was going on.
Dad what is happening?
No time! Go!
I ran up the stairs to the attic and guessed it was a tsunami.
I heard dad and mom saying they were getting the elderly neighbors upstairs and safe.
They were running around, and I was scared alone in the attic.
The house shook violently, and I hit my head on something and blacked out.
By the time I woke up, I was with my neighbors somewhere I didnt know.
Where are my parents? I asked as I sat up fast. Ow.
They, they are gone. I am so sorry. The lady said.
I turned away and started to cry. What do you mean gone? I said as I sobbed.
Gone, as in a better place, the man said.
Those brave people made sure everyone was safe even though they knew we would most likely
already be safe. She said.
I was devastated. My parents were gone and I had to live with my aunt and uncle. A few days
later I still cried every night. One night I walked into the living room and looked at a newspaper. It
showed a picture of the tsunami. I traced it with my finger and something flashed before my eyes. I
touched it again and I was in my house.
What?!? I thought.
This time I held the picture and I was in my house with my parents. I was confused but I told
them something strange.
Mom, Dad, everything will be fine but something bad will happen, wait look!
I ran to the TV and showed them the news about the ocean and it said there was a tsunami
chance.
Only if I thought, I muttered to myself.
We have to get the attic and just know everyone will be fine. Come on! Now!
But, dad said.
Everything will be okay. I said as I lead them to the attic.
I put down the photo and was transported to my kitchen where I was with my family and I wasnt
in the past. I was in the present. I hugged my parents close and cried and thankful it was a bad dream.
My parents thought I just had a bad day and hugged back. I went to my room and finished my
homework and always watched the news to make sure to be thankful for my parents.
I kissed my parents goodnight and went to sleep and didnt cry myself to sleep for the first time in
days.