MY TSUNAMI STORY actual footage

MY TSUNAMI STORY actual footage


14 years ago I stayed in this bungalow. I’m asleep at the moment but I’ll soon put on a flowery blue dress which I’ll wear while running for my life. This is my tsunami story. I was 15 years old staying with my family at the island of Koh Lanta. In the Asian pearl, Thailand. We lived in an amazing bungalow with a terrace facing the beach and a view of the beautiful and peaceful ocean. The Paradise factor was ever present. At 9.30 in the morning like many 15 year olds I prioritized sleeping over hotel breakfast. Far away from my dreams I heard the voice of a young girl. My eyes opened suddenly and in front of me stood, Sofi. My 5-year old sister tugging my arm as hard as she could. “Lisa, Lisa, come on, we have new kittens!” she said Since I am no fan of either animals or early mornings I reluctantly poured myself out of bed with the energy of a beached seal while grabbing the family camera. At this exact moment no one knew that she had just saved my life and that in a couple of minutes, I would save hers. Once out at the beach I approached my pregnant mother Anna, my father Magnus, my 1-year old brother Olle and those darn kittens. I press the rec-button to videotape my excited sister while she pets the kittens. “The dog likes the cat.” I look up from the camera to realize that there is a massive amount of people on the beach. Suddenly a wave approaches, not that high, about 4 metres. “Wave, there’s a wave.” People remain on the beach and a confused murmur spreads among the locals and turists. “Dad, imagine the people all the way out there.” The wave hits the beach. The response is shocked yet somewhat amused. This was the biggest and most forceful wave we had ever seen. So far. “The chairs are going out.” That’s when a roaring sound filled the air. The amused looks turned to the horizon showing a wall of mud and water approaching. Several metres taller than the last one. At first I struggle to comprehend what I’m seeing. What is now approaching is incomparable to the former wave and the air around us fills with complete panic. “We need to back up now.” My dad runs off with Olle, I never see where. I look for my mom. She is running around the pool heading for the jungle on top of the mountain in the middle of the island. I don’t know if I wanted to know how far from land the wave was, or if my subconscious took over but for a brief second, I look over my shoulder. And there, on the beach, I see something. Something that I will never forget. My terrified, 5-year old sister left on the beach. Alone. Her gaze frantically looking for a familiar face, being shoved around by people in panic searching for their own family member. Without hesitation, my body turns around, heading straight towards the monster in the ocean. Straight towards the wave. I reach her, grab her and throw her into my arms. I’m running. Running as fast as my legs can take me. “Is this how we die?” “Am I even running?” Every step feels like in slow-motion. The childhood nightmare, using maximum force to try to move but still not getting anywhere. When I exit the hotel area, across the road and a couple of metres across a patch of grass behind the hotel I see my mother and can feel the adrenaline fading. The screams around me become louder and I realize that the wave has hit the hotel. My legs can hardly carry me anymore and my arms can not carry Sofi any longer. “I’m gonna put you down now, and then you’re gonna run faster than you’ve ever ran before, Sofi” I tell her. I put her down and grasp her little hand. And then we run, hand in hand, for our lives heading towards the jungle. She runs as fast as her little legs can take her. Mom yells at us to run faster. We have now reached a steep, slanting edge of the jungle full of thorn bushes and panicked tourists. The only way up is already crowded and ahead of me is a winded, heavy set woman climbing extremely slowly. I place my hands on her cheeks pushing her upwards with all my strength. She will reach the top, and so shall we. The natural sounds of the jungle, the loud crickets, is now replaced by screams, crying and panic. We will survive. We fight forward in the overgrown jungle until we reach an open sand dune. The athmosphere here is tense, to say the least. “Did we survive?” Everyone is dusty and orange on their hands and feet after the intense climb. After awhile I reunite with my brother and father telling us how he was slung into the pool by a concrete lounge chair while carrying Olle. A thai man approaches with a piece of paper for the embassy, for us to sign, affirming we’re alive. “Look at him…” “He’s wounded his entire head.” People start to worry for what’s to come when a thai man tells us how he’s friend on Phi Phi told him that another wave, over 100 metres, is coming, I look up at the palm trees. Perhaps we would have a chance if we got up there. But how would we get there? Would we get dragged down by others trying to survive? I look out to the horizon imagining the sun obscured and the sky darkened by a wave that large. I imagine people pulling and tearing at each other to reach the tallest trees. My entire body starts to tingle and my fingers and toes go numb. “Why can’t I breath?” And then everything, turns black. Hours pass and hunger sets in. A man reunites with his wife and vomits out of happiness. My brother has now developed pneumonia from the humid air and is starting to having trouble breathing. I throw away a 30cm long centipede to spare my mom the sight. Since there are no toilets, people just go anywhere in the sand dunes. We’re animals, trying to survive. One questions keeps spinning inside my head, the same one that is being whispered among the trees. “Will the 100 metres tall wave hit?” We wait, exhausted, from morning to sunset. In spite of what we’ve experienced the palm trees still sway with the wind, the crickets sing and the sun moves across the sky, hour after hour. Suddenly my mom makes a decision. “We will sleep in the hotel tonight” she tells us. Olle won’t survive the night in the jungle due to the humidity. The entire family climb down the sand dune together. Resisting the avid protests from fellow survivors. My mother doesn’t waver and we don’t have a choice. In the hotel we are faced with bloody floors, palm trees in the reception, odd baby shoes and flip-flops in the hallways. Everything covered in mud. I glanse towards the beach. Our bungalow is just walls now and the concrete fence had been pulled away by the forceful water. My dad steps behind the counter in the reception and grabs one of the keys. We walk in silence as we head up as many stairs as possible. The atmosphere is dogged. It’s 10pm and it’s time to go to bed after this horrifying day. There’s no water in the faucets so we wash off our hands and feet in the toilet before crawling into the double bed, all five of us, fully dressed. My dad is on his phone, hour after hour, looking for earthquakes capable of creating another tsunami. He tells us exactly what to do if another wave thrushes into our hotel room. “We go into the bathroom, and stay there.” I fall asleep. A hard knock on the hotel door. “Tsunami is coming!” I hear my dad slam the door in the messengers face while muttering “fuck you”. I pretend to still be asleep. I don’t want my dad to have to tell us that we have to stay for Olle. “At least we’ll die together” I figured. I awake abruptly. It happened. It was all real. And time is running out. We have to get home to Sweden. We get down to the road where we see trucks filled with terrified people from others beaches and islands pass by We manage to squeeze ourselves onto one of them. The trucks are crowded and along the way we see body bags containing corpses from those who passed. Among these bags, some are just 1 meter, the size of a small child. We arrive at a hotel who has volunteered as a rescue center where we are escorted to a room the size of half a football field filled with survivors. Everyone with their own story, and fate. Some bleeding, some crying. I myself, have suppressed how I felt at this time. I can’t remember, no matter how hard I try. I sleep on the floor that night. Next to someone who has had one ear torn off. I search for my mothers hand and feel a teardrop fall down my cheek. The whole family is alive. My family. After a couple of days on the rescue center we’re escorted to an airport and an airplane designated for families that have been divided, families with young children and pregnant women. The risk of diseases spreading through the deceased bodies has made it unsafe to stay in Thailand anymore. Our flight home occurs on New Years eve of 2004/2005. When we land in Sweden fireworks go off all around the airplane. The clock has struck midnight and the new year is being celebrated, with resolutions and kisses. At the airport we are interviewed by a psychiatrist who advices us to go home and rest. A number of big brands have donated clothes filling up rooms for those of us who survived, but lost everything. We move through the rooms apathetic reaching the arrival hall and out to our taxi. Once I get home I sleep for days. “Look at the doggie.” For about two years afterwards I dreamt of the grey wall of mud roaring towards me every night. I often awoke screaming in panic and crying in fear. To this day I sometimes dream of climbing up trees and roofs trying to escape being flushed or drowned by the enormous wall of water covering the sky and blocking the sun’s light. But I’m alive. More alive than ever.

100 thoughts on “MY TSUNAMI STORY actual footage”

  1. These resorts are like mini Sodom and Gomorrah filled with sinful people and child sex trafficking and that's a fact .

  2. I'm so relieved all of your family was safe but breaks my heart for those lost loved ones. May God bless you and your family.

  3. You did a fantastic job narrating the video, getting to the point of recollections of what happened. I'm very intrigued by the events that happened that first day and afterwards, everyone has a horrific story to tell of what transpired during their normal routine on th a day. Take care of yourselves, glad your lovely family survived. You all are very fortunate, a lot weren't.

  4. Me and my family are friends with a man that lives in Khao Lak. He survived the tsunami. Everyone in his family died beside his oldest daughter died. Now she lives in Bangkok and he is visit her often. That day, he saved 16 peoples life.

  5. My teacher told us of a girl in this incident…She told us about a girl that was in our school and she was about 8_9…She was sleep in and didn't make it…

  6. You are a good big sister and daughter to your parents. You were only a teenager, but you made a courageous decision to save your sister. May the Lord bless you and keep you.

  7. This is such an amazing story! Well told!! The way you tell your story is perfectly worded. You are a very good story teller! You sure got my attention!

  8. Thank You for sharing. May we never forget that we all are humans and to be open to help anyone and everyone out. To those who did not survive, May you be with Our Lord and Rest In Peace.

  9. Ohw my god 😢 i am very happy that you all servived this terrible day . I remember seeing it on the news like it was yesterday . You where like a superhero running back for your sister ( i would do the same thing , i quess everyone would ) but outrun a thing like that , is insane ! You must have been running on Automatic Pilot , because you passed out later when you got to a bit more relaxed mode . I really dont know anything else to say . And i dont even know how i got to this video . I was looking on news about Hurricane Dorian and this video was recommended . I hope one day your fear will totally fade away . ❤️🙏🏻 xxx from the Netherlands ( Anne) Miekje 😘

  10. I am speechless but I salute you for being so brave💖💖💖 This tragedy is not easy to just forget but they are just memory now. God Bless to all your family 🙏🙏🙏

  11. You are very brave. I still can't fathom leaving a child behind. I've seen this happen before. I don't know what goes on in the minds of people who leave kids or family behind in a disaster. I couldn't live with myself. Guilt takes over. How sad. I hope your lives go on without disaster.

  12. God has blessed you and your family with life……your story is remarkable. I hope many more blessings come your way.

  13. So glad you and your family are safe. I can not even imagine the sleepless nights you had after surviving this ordeal. God bless you and R.I.P to all of those that lost their lives. 🙏🙏🙏😥😥😥

  14. That is an amazing story. I’m humbled at your courage at 15 years old to get to your sister and save her. I cannot imagine how terrible that must have been. Thank you for sharing your story. God bless you and your family!

  15. Thank God you and your whole family were spare to share this. Testimony God YAHUWAH was is and always be a merciful protector Hallelujah holy holy holy

  16. Caucasians hardly care about their children, look at the state of the world they create for their children to live in. Also, Caucasian society encourages them not to have children at all. Caucasian also brought the abortion clinics, they also sell baby organs. Caucasians also created food flavouring from aborted kidney tissue called “Senomyx” AND in Sweden they had child snuff porn in their public library for years until recently. These are only a few examples too, there is MUCH more I don’t know about. I know that they are for sure very sick vampiric people who are excellent and deception and mind control over people to fool them into seeing them as being “nice”.

  17. If she wouldn't have gone back for her baby sister a huge part of her would have died that day anyway. She wouldn't have been able to life with the guilt.

  18. your story touched me; thank you for sharing. You are so courageous and brave for saving your baby sis! God bless you and your amazing family.

  19. Ive watched this b4, such a tragedy!!! Blessings to all the Families, who suffered from this Tsunami🕊 Its very brave of this young Lady to give her account 🙏

  20. Every family has a story of survival.
    Thank you for sharing yours.
    Big hug for everyone over there.
    Later gators
    Y'all be well.

  21. Tack Lisa! Så fint! Jag gillar det du gör o följer din kanal. Bra att du vågar berätta om Tsunamin💗💮🌺✨🌿Vilken otrolig tur att du o alla i din familj klarade sig ifrån katastrofen. Kramar "Leiah" helene

  22. So glad you and your entire family survive..our office cleaner, her family lives in banda aceh, tsunami swept all her entire family away..so so sad.

  23. I know I am late but you are truly an amazing woman and I am so proud of you for going back for your sister and for helping the heavy woman get where she needed to go. People like you restore my faith in humanity.

  24. Thanks for sharing your story, I admire your courage and happy that your family survived..deepest sympathy to those that didn't.

  25. OHHH… BLESS YOU DEAR GIRL… WHAT A BRAVE GIRL YOU ARE!!! YOU SAVED YOUR LITTLE SISTER!!! ! BRAVA!!! BRAVISIMA!!!!
    I THANK ALMIGHTY GOD YOUR WHOLE FAMILY DID SURVIVE, THANKS TO YOUR QUICK THINKING, SHEER BRAVERY AND LOVE!!
    >>>GO AND LIVE YOUR GREAT LIVES!!!!! THANK GOD EVERY DAY FOR THIS MIRACLE! 10TH SEPT. '19 TUES.

  26. A true story told by a true storyteller – the narrative is excellent, the pacing is perfect – and you survived to tell this story – keep it up.

  27. You are a hero going back for your sister! The nightmares will pass and you will have an enriched life because you understand the fragility of life.

  28. Wow! Your heart is amazingly empathetic! You went back for your sister…you spared your father from having to speak on Olle….but even before the chaos, you grabbed you recorder to capture the kittens for your sister. You don't even like animals. You are so dope! Sad story, but beautifully told. I'm thankful for your life!

  29. I always dream of giant 🌊 waves. I see myself at the beach and suddenly the waves start getting bigger. I don’t know why I always have those dreams.

  30. Thank you for sharing this horrific ordeal with us. So glad you and your family survived, and that your sister got you out safe and you had the courage to run TOWARDS the waves to get her. Such a powerful experience. I grew up five miles from the Pacific Ocean and used to have nightmares of tsunamis as a child. There had been tsunamis in the past in that area.

  31. It is amazing your sister first saved you, and then you saved her, it's amazing how things happen in life. You, and your family are extremely lucky to have all survived together safely. I bet that kept the family close. thank you for sharing your story.

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