Some people said it would pass us. Other said it would hit. I didn’t know what to believe. Only thing I knew was fear. Every night it grew larger and brighter. The horror from the sky. In the end it was so big and bright that we could see it even during the day. That was the worst. Sometimes it partly eclipsed the sun and there was this horrible shadow all over us. One evening it seemed to be so large that you could have just reach out your hand and touch it. Next morning we didn’t see it. It was gone. People in my village celebrated. When the sun went down the clouds came. Grey clouds of ash.