Omer woke up. It was cold. He could hear the baby cry. He walked to the other room .A worried look blurted off there faces. A fierce sound ran through Omer‘s ears. Was it the sound of water? Omer rushed out of his little house.
Omer saw as water gushed through and covered the area. He heard shouts all around himself. With his heart thumping he felt the pressure of water increasing. It was moving him off balance. His family rushed through the door. His mother was carrying the baby. A tense look was on their faces. The water was now moving upwards, upwards his chest. Omer‘s father held him. It came, the flood.
The grasp of Omer‘s father was no longer there. With increasing speed Omer flowed along with the water. Afraid he clung to a broken log. Darkness falls upon him.
Omer opened his eyes, was he alive? He was. As he found himself in one of rescuing camp, he could see a man nearby who told him that he was found clinging to a log, unconscious by one of the rescuing team helicopter. The man gave him food. Omer could not help thinking about his mother, his father and her baby sister.
A little time had passed when two men came holding a boy and forced Omer to leave the camp for he was well now. Omer moved out gloomily out he saw another world which was not like his village he walked across the streets of the unknown world .His mother , His father, where they alive?, the answer was no. His eye's caught the sight of his wrist, the silver band. It was the last thing which could remind him of his past. The great memories connected with that band made him cry.
With these thoughts Omer hit into someone, looking up he saw a familiar face, a smile ran over his face.