13 - Rainstorm

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Felipe Altamirano Alvarez Espadachín

It seemed as if the sky was puking after drinking too much. It was raining heavily - more than how it has rained in ages. The streets had begun flooding.

Bolivia was no stranger to heavy rainfall, but the weather today was the worst weather we had ever seen.

I stared at my watch, wondering how I would pick up my son from The La Paz Convention Center, where he was attending the Latin America Model United Nations Conference (LATAM-MUN).

He called me telling me that because of the heavy rains, the organizers had ended the event prematurely. The areas near the Convention Center have begun flooding, he had told me.

The organizers feared that if they didn't let the children go after ending the event, they would be stranded at the Convention Center.

I opened Twitter and checked the Twitter account of LATAM-MUN to check if they had posted anything. There were no new tweets posted after the last tweet they posted where they asked the parents and guardians of the attendees to collect their wards as soon as possible.

 There were no new tweets posted after the last tweet they posted where they asked the parents and guardians of the attendees to collect their wards as soon as possible

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I put my phone down and looked at the road which was crowded with vehicles. Everyone in La Paz was trying to get to their homes as soon as possible. Offices dismissed their employees early. Schools let their children leave campus early. The Police and the Army were busy calling their employees to report to duty as soon as possible. Some citizens were offering their private boats and cars to the Police and the Army so that the Police and the Army could use those vehicles to carry out search and rescue operations. The Police also had cleared the Bolivian side of Lake Titicaca of boats because heavy winds were blowing over the surface of the waters.

Bored, I turned on the radio and the classic Mi Carro by Manolo Escobar was playing. All private radio stations had to evacuate their employees from their offices in precaution, so they left their transmissions on autoplay.

It was pouring heavily, and the roar of thunder was heard. I was tapping the steering wheel with my fingers as I listened to that old classic when I received a notification on my phone. I looked at my phone which was near the gearbox, charging. I lifted it and opened the notification. The Government had tweeted something.

 The Government had tweeted something

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