On April 6, 2009, at 01:32 GMT (03:32 CEST) an earthquake of 6.3 magnitude struck central Italy with its epicentre near L'Aquila,78.000 citizens, 50 km far from where I live: almost every building in L'Aquila were damaged. Many historic buildings collapsed in the centre of the city, and at least 298 deaths, 1,500 injuries, and 30,000 homeless have been reported. There were many students trapped in a partially collapsed dormitory. The April 6 earthquake was felt throughout Abruzzo; as far away as Rome, other parts of Lazio, Marche, Molise, Umbria, and Campania.
Other little towns as Onna and Paganica don't exist anymore, and had 50 deaths over their 300 total inhabitants.

Even in the city where I live, not far from there, I felt the terrible quake, even we had less damages than L'Aquila. I was sleeping when I woke up suddently and felt everything in my house screaming and trembling, walls moving terribly and scaring noises coming from the Earth, like thunders.

After the eartquake, my life became a mess (even if I didn't get any damage.)
L'Aquila were the core of our life, were part of us. The 90% of my closest friends attended University there, were sleeping when the disaster sucked their house where they were living in away. And have been enough lucky to survive to it.

Everybody is shocked, sleeping at night is hard, very hard.

Despite of this I carried on with photography, involving two friends of mine who survived.

Life is fragile, now I know.