twitter would finish the Vine Festival, was after 3.30 am when feels a fatal crash, as a microbus engine but from below, rising and giving way to the quake. It lasted seconds this preamble. Just the power goes out suddenly begins oscillating movement of the chair throws me. Everything is stirred with unusual violence. I am on the second floor. The custom made me believe that such a scourge is normal, and will happen. This is what internalize. "Now, now, calm ..." almost stupid
Instinctively I take the railings surrounding access to the stairs. Are made of wood and move with rapture. Hours later I understood that could easily bankrupt, my head would have done based on the first floor. Death or serious injury was safe.
hell is extended with both swing, instead of letting it grows and rages. The rationale is lost, despair is short, think of save. But you chose a bad place. Last minute with the sound louder, deafening noise of bursting things on the floor and the house as if to pull away from its roots look at the ceiling. I think of my parents, my brothers, I pray and insult to which some call God. There are seconds for a first hint of objectivity too distressing. "When you split the roof is finished. Pinto came up here, "I say ...
With the walls still switchbacks under the stairs and cry to find my mother. There's a funny smell in the air, it seems alcohol pharmacy. The doors still move. Groping give your bed. I talk. Not receive a response.
runs desperately to the kitchen and the door collides with chairs out of place. I think it could have been on the streets. In the midst of darkness, look to the front house which still stands and my neighbor, Tito, drowsy in the window responds with a "we're all well ..." And where crest
is my mother? A murmur in my chest when I invade his room and does not respond in the midst of television and gave closet from above. Toco bed ruling that there has been trapped while trying to feel it scream. How can I respond from the outside. He reached the courtyard but the trip fell and golpeó la columna a la altura del coxis. Se resintió una fractura de antaño. Apenas puede estar en pie.
Su perra parece estar cuidándola. Sólo corrió para zafarle al millar de astillas gigantes que cayeron sobre su casa recién comprada y no se movió más del lado de su ama. Sin ese armatoste de plástico, la pobre mascota muere aplastada. Abrazo a mi madre y la contengo mientras llora desconsolada. “Tranquila viejita, le sobrevivimos al peor terremoto de la historia” le digo sin saber de números, escalas u observaciones inútiles. Sólo sé que nosotros y la casa estamos casi firmes. Hay que salir de aquí pronto.
La noche aciaga se acompaña con algunos vecinos de buena voluntad. Five or six, not more. Everything outdoors. We used to know the stories of '60, the time lapse between each other for 50 years. We decided it was better dawn. There is a perceptible replica every 3 minutes. Go get a blanket is an ordeal with each stroke of the earth. The worst thing is to go and see the scattering of furniture, appliances, dishes and whatever is broken items on the floor. You have to blow out the candles lit. In the morning we can do just a first survey of the losses.
Meanwhile, radio hooked to the distance that comes from an unknown car. Biobío only have a signal and does what it can transmit tranquility. Bachelet said there was no risk of Tsunami. Like everyone else, we believe and we stayed outside for fear of aftershocks. Do not even know at that very minute, we knew for a few kilometers coast was ravaged by the sea. Any good? Today, with this I think if we do not water flooded the area, it is not and never will be latent threat. Enter
sleep was impossible. At least four aftershocks very intense and many other mild left his heart in his mouth. Perhaps it is a post traumatic syndrome but the only sense possible is vomiting. And why not. Gastrointestinal tract have disoriented, overwhelmed as your nervous system, as your head. As your senses
The bad idea to stay overnight on the second floor is dissolved amid the screams of my mother I knew I was below the alert safer and body control. Try the practice of sleeping with one eye open as some call it. Sleep is not, strictly speaking. Not even flirt with the rest. It feels vague vertical but conscious, a state of urgency without alarms.
The tense wait for dawn and the light-days to protect you, to begin to tell you what you no longer have the knowledge that at least the basics of life and are still there. You think yours beats and re-accelerate. And somehow, it's also give thanks for knowing you are breathing and still with a roof ...
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