The day Nepal shook, I was in Lumbini, about 150km south-west of Kathmandu. I moved from the capital the day before. I was there to take shots of another enchanting corner of Nepal. Going from temple to temple, on a bike, in the open countryside, I felt, and weakly, just the first shock. A call to the people I know over there: scared voices, but reassuring words from them. Then, as planned, I left the morning after to India. Three buses, for almost 48 hour ride, and just 3 of pause in between them. My devices quickly ran out of batteries, and I was cut off. I just could see some footages at a gasoline station, and talk a little with people. Today I arrived in Dharamsala, state of Himachal Pradesh, India. And reconnecting my devices, I found out the extent of the tragedy. I’m going to share with you just part of the picture I prepared for this post, because photography and writing are the best way I feel to express emotions. It was a gray day in Lumbini. A dark day, for the whole Nepal.