always say that more uncontrollable hunger is the hunger for information. We agree that walking around a portable CD player, radio and quickly had I acquired it. Biobío just keeps coming and when they take the air to ask people or give warnings turned it off to save power. We do not know when the light back. A few small lanterns that we got for Christmas-the kind that you hit on the surface and are lit, are our unexpected way to move at night. Again I'm
vigil at the entrance to a cafe and the few remaining cigarettes. It was a night of contrasts. The full moon helps illuminate the silent day. On radio, the residents of San Pedro and complain Chiguayante hordes of criminals stalking their homes. There are shots and fighting. The famous military authorized the inept defense minister just add 1200. Worse. Goats are new without permission to shoot. Add calls and follow. I did not leave my house if I had to watch what's left. And it was for a simple reason. The more we listened to news, more fear reigned.
I was assuming the lumpen progress would be gradual and perimeter neighborhoods to the great conception. Also, understood that tonight was not dangerous for us. However someone in a condo nearby heard glass break, hit a whistle and set off psychosis. The women screamed, the men ran to the rescue passage nothingness itself. False alarm, the first of many ...
He slept little, I think. A couple of hours at most. In the morning and had to go and fetch water from the pool that some supplies from a toe. Missing sugar and noodles for the dog. My mother came to pick you up from the floor of the Super 10. Unworthy but true. Just get me tempted to go for a walk, to see if there was something. Summary: Another pair of worn slippers, grabbed a dish soap, a disinfectant, a chlorine of these thumbnails and a kilo of sugar that was trampled and stained. With the days I knew that besides dirty, the sweetener stock was contaminated with something. The coffee tastes like water socks. I never took such a brew so scary. Look no further this morning because the military arrived. Do not beat us because they know we're looking for food. Help us out but should take place.
I go to go around with the camera, this time more extensively. Visit shopping centers, which are adjacent to the City of Hualpén, the Sacred Hearts of where before I went to look for things, Vega Monumental and its surroundings. It is sad to see how they destroyed everything, as there is nothing left standing except shells structures, such as job-destroying people who had less than two months to endure the harshness of losing their jobs in a fire in January. Vandalism is worthy of the worst wars. Beyond
, injured dogs looking for food in the garbage while many others lie at the edge hit the road. That same road where people in suits, ties and stubble hitchhike to San Pedro, Lota and Coronel. No microphones. Just a gas pump works with row of ten blocks back. Return
When I find two details. One, people clapping and cheering military trucks passing through the sector. Two, that all the neighbors go toward the church. I keep the momentum and give the group overwhelmed because a guy makes arrangements to report that the president of the neighborhood committee has not yet reached and possibly no food distributed. Is false and people are upset about the inconsistency of the meeting.
I suggest that we coordinate the issue of security for the night among all and 1 minute later I'm in place to deliver recommendations. Not to leave their homes, women and children stay overnight in, which shifts arming guards and we watchwords. We are clear that this night will be worse than the earthquake itself, that the bands of looters came to the new suburbs just today. That this day will be a movement. Several contributing ideas and when it is responsible for sector with zero news from the town, the neighbors ask me to stay and group initiatives.
discard leader ... In the middle of the discussion is a hubbub. A woman in her fifties comes running as it can, a sea of \u200b\u200bnerves. "Lord, have families back there alone and say it is a group of looters in the van."
As bad rumor, the news had already run through all the surrounding blocks. Finally it was not true but as the shock ensued. I was sorry to see one of my neighbors as thin as your cancer you can keep up. He had an iron in his hand and stood out among a band of 40 guerrillas holed up in improvised entry the passage.
You realize that these people are not going to be in his living room waiting for the incompetent authorities deign to come to his aid. These people have no more than their homes. And if you have to risk their lives so they will do.
have to organize them, reassure them. No easy task. Only in that part of our community are more than 600 families. Then multiply the number of enlisted men to go out to shock, hysterical women and children who want to ride tucked up. Worse is when we heard on the radio live for the whole country-that the mayor live Hualpén crying because they were wiping out his office before his eyes. The phrase was devastating: "Michelle, do not think what you say you sent advisers have not taken to the streets, they have no idea what happens. President, Roseberry is scared shitless. "
histrionic or not, half an hour later claimed that part of the community and were ordered to the good for nothing the secretary returned to Santiago to read lists, all that is good at. Unfortunately, we left the problem to us. Military personnel in the heart of Hualpén, the floods of thugs were to move to disadvantaged neighborhoods. It was time to arm yourself with whatever it was, to impose sanity and above all the coordination.
Things always happen for the better. While doing the round of suggestions to close neighbors their tickets but with a roadblock to any emergency expeditiously, having a single identifiable fire arms for the first alarm, more watchwords are properly trained to do in an emergency in another area, they heard a child screaming in despair. Many ran and barely reached to stop the momentum of the rest. False again. But tacit served as an example. At the slightest jolt would run all and that was a bad sign. Not bad to have a re-saving whiteboard, live and direct, I thought. Look at the side of the glass filled
I'm beginning to see the first signs of a bad neighborhood. We ordered a truck to go to the company of a companion case to make Some tires necessary to build campfires. We just need a mobile miserable. Given the apathy we paint cans to Chonchon to illuminate the permeable perimeter that unfortunately gives in our homes. More than one latex suit when you know that do not fire.
goodwill exists in most though. We left armed groups, identified the possible colors of clothing, the keys with which we will communicate with people because not everyone knows and either arouse suspicion in the dark. The posts are moving in case of an emergency, shifts and charge per ticket or street. We must deal with soldadillos always wanting to get out to shoot without regard or Che Guevara who want to immolate himself for the cause.
The thing is clear. I'm not interested in protecting the human rights of anyone. I recommend that only if it sets up a rumpus, with the level of lawlessness evident not going to kill one of us with a stray bullet.
As we take a look at the design of radio protector on a high note a mushroom of smoke for miles, looking to Concepcion. It's like an atomic bomb, some say. Others appeal to the memory of 11 / 9. We believe that Torre gave the O'Higgins. Soon we found out that burned the "La Polar. The rumor that looters in with 15. If so, welcome.
The recurring phrase is, if he had been Pinochet would not have past. I am more cautious, perhaps more specific. I think here that the military had only to find looting houses and just run bullets. The thief at night is only concerned about their lives. The problem is that nobody wants to make a killing by vandals. The item is delicate military in Chile. And the additional tax afraid we have to pay us. For decency, for our own dignity.
Meanwhile, good news. I yell at my sister arrived from the south. It came with a few colleagues in a van. Bring nonperishable food and water for three families. A life saved me because I brought a couple of packs of cigarettes. It is more the quiet of a good look. Of letting them enjoy with the old. Parents tend to value the children they are away. And I suppose that is a natural process so I prefer not to interfere this time.
not enjoy the black, yet see relief rests more spread you too optimistic. Back to the confusion, the mayor hollywodense instructs us that we are alone. That we organize. Later. I already put the issue on stage and then, all pulled the quota of survival we have left. Not protected us yesterday, will not protect us tomorrow, not ever going to protect us. Why do we have to expect that today will be different?
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