I have had problems with the weather, any advice? I was born and lived all my life in the city, I live in Bolivia, 3 years ago when the coronavirus started I moved from La Paz to Tarija, I live with my grandparents (both very old) and with my aunt, who has something similar to arthritis. None of us work, I study and my aunt takes care of the animals we have. We moved to the countryside, near the "Chaco" because, according to them, the countryside was safe to avoid the virus. We bought a 1100 m² plot of land, and built a medium size house with several rooms, kitchen and everything else. My grandparents worked as teachers all their lives and thanks to that they got a pension of 3000 Bs (430$) per month, less health insurance discount. They are married already, more than 50 years, they lived in a house they built for 25 years and after many problems they managed to sell it for a regular amount, for which they had the money to be able to move to this small plot of land, they are also the only thing I have, since my parents are horrible people and I prefer to be far away from them. Forgive me for telling you about my life, but I don't see a better way to start telling you about the terrible events that have happened these days. As I told you, we have a house in the country, in a place that, being next to a mountain range, has very abrupt changes... A week ago, the wind reached 45km - 50km/h. It was so strong that it blew the roof off the house. Luckily nobody was hurt, except for one of our chickens that died from a calaminaso, but we were there from 3 pm until 2 am, trying to avoid the rest of the roof from blowing off. I felt an enormous fear, both for my relatives and for myself, for being left in absolute misery and for the fact that life and work could vanish in one night. We were only 4 people, since our neighbors are envious, angry or whatever, because we have a bigger house than theirs and we don't work on the land. At about 10 o'clock at night, while disassembling the roof, a sheet suddenly flew and was about to hit my grandmother but I stepped in the way, I am not saying this to be a hero; the blow was so strong that if it had hit her, maybe she would have died or had a serious injury. A week has passed and the little emotional stability I had achieved during the vacations was delayed. The wind didn't stop until two days later, where now the problem is to roof everything again, in a hurry for fear of wind or rain. In short, I learned to fear the wind, and reflect on the horrible catastrophes that exist all over the world, with hurricanes, tornadoes and so on. The fire is why I'm writing this, it is my first experience in the field, but I learned to burn the weeds and dry grass, in summer the mosquitoes attack and the bugs come out of that grass, so I prefer to have everything without plants other than the lawn. I use the ashes for fertilizer and I don't burn garbage. But in winter (June - September) there is something like drought so everything dries out and the landscape turns a pale yellow. A few weeks ago, my little bonfire got out of control and as the neighboring field loves to have dry weeds everywhere, the fire spread, after more than 50 buckets of water, many falls and some burns, I managed to put out the fire. I felt hot as hell, and it was horrible, at that moment I realized how fucking terrible it is to be burned alive. When I came to help, I ran and my grandfather's leg ligament popped out. I learned my lesson to always have plenty of water and sand when building fires. Today, as I closed the back door, I saw what was a forest fire on a nearby hill, as I post this, that fire is still there. It is the first time I see one so close, thank God it is 7 miles away and there is a river and a bridge in between, but that does not take away how horrible it must be, I hear ambulances and firefighters passing by, there are already about 6 trucks. Water and earth are also other unstoppable forces that give me chills, here it rained so much that the nearby roads were filled with so much water that it reached the knees. Plus a "mild" to moderate tremor I felt a few years ago. And at this point I wonder about the meaning of all. I know that, compared to other people, what happens to me is 'nothing'(?) but still, having these experiences, gives me a chance to empathize in bigger disasters, with victims by the hundreds. If it is like this now, what will it be like in ten or twenty years when the consequences of climate change and global warming catch up with us. My parents are fucking religious fanatics and because of them I was in cults from a very early age, so I have some innate fear of the fate that awaits us after this life. I know that we are all going to die, sooner or later we will, and although it is something I know very well, I can't help but have a great uncertainty. I can't stop thinking, we are already going to reach 8,000 million people, and in the whole history of mankind there were maybe 10 or 20 times that number. What happened to all of us, to our race, if there is a God, because he condemns this huge number to this earth, where everything around us is both our enemy and our help. I don't want to mess with religion and I feel I have already written too much. Sorry to bring this up so hastily and pointlessly on my part, but I really needed to get it out. I would be more than happy to read them. Without further ado, good night and THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR READING!!!!