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In AberfanI heard a noise,
a big rumbling noise. … I saw a tree and a telegraph
pole coming towards me first, then I saw a big black mass of stuff. … A
black wave of muck. As I was walking
up the hill where it turns left, I saw a big wave of muck coming over
the railway embankment. It was coming straight towards
me and
I ran. … I saw trams, trees, trucks, bricks and boulders in it. [It sounded] Like
a jet plane. … and two or three seconds later I
could hear stones and rubble, so I ran back down the hill. I thought it
was the tip. … I said "I don’t think it is a jet, it is
the tip", and I shouted at them [two boys] to run, and they ran down
behind me. … I remember in Moy Road I could see the front windows
crashing in, and the front doors; it was like a pile of dominoes coming
down. … I went into that lane for shelter; I didn’t know what
to do. … I had only got in about a yard and this top of the garage
was down and a sheet of zinc came down and hit me on the head, hit me down. … I
could not force it off me. There was a lot of bricks on it; it protected
me. … [The noise] was suddenly cut off, just like the wireless being
turned off. … It stopped as it hit the last house down No.1 Moy
Road and there was a terrible silence. In that silence
you couldn’t hear a bird or a child.
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