Experiencing a hurricane in Florida was something new for me. Its eye had supposed to hit us, but when it was a few miles from our coast, it unexpectedly changed its trajectory, turning upward and touching land about 60 miles north. But I felt some distant bands around its center: the wind was warm and dry as if coming from a furnace and smelled of algae, which had gathered from ocean water. It also blew with a spooky sound different from all the strong sea winds I had ever heard when I grew up on a building next to a beach in Cadiz, Spain. That area is well known for the intense eastern winds that originate in the Sahara Desert. Over there, while asleep, I lived through another hurricane. The next day, a pile of empty oil drums that rested next to our building lay scattered on a field as far as one or two miles away. It also crumbled all the beach cabins and walkways. Nothing happened this time, only a lot of rain without lightning or thunder and little branches scattered around my home.