About a day after that stupid mountain started 'smoking', my home was buried.
It was the 25th of August, and I was hungry.
Oh, and the landscape around Mount Vesuvius was changed forever, and the volcano itself, and more stuff like that.
I noticed the river and port were gone.
I moved to another place in Rome. When I first got there everyone knew what Pompeii was.
As I aged, the memory of Pompeii's previous existence faded.
I remembered it all.
