It's about 7 am of the 27 February. No hint hit one eye but stay awake. The gate opened abruptly and bids and screaming, my brother comes home crying and looking desperately to the old. Hugs her and whispers that are good. How could I not be afraid. He ran a few miles just left his wife with the children entrusted to neighbors and a dirt court. He lives in an apartment on second floor. Clearly impressed upon reaching the maternal home, finding it to smithereens storey entry, open that door and see all the cupboards and furniture on the floor, stacked with electrical appliances and foodstuffs. The gruesome scene is complemented by the collapse of the yard and image of the living room with televisions on the floor. He thought the worst and with good reason.
Only two hours after one of the phones sounds of the house, that majamama numbers which served today for any news. We had no idea how it had been an earthquake in the south. The fear is cleared one close to my sister who made the bridge from Chiloé and told us she was fine but with hysteria. And learning that we are the ones most at risk, the vox populi announces the worst devastation in the middle of everything we knew.
No appetite. Without electricity, water and gas with little appeal to consume as little as possible. I have an idea that this is going to take weeks maybe. Volume containers that can and go out to fetch water from anywhere. I warn that the adjoining apartment condo still has something in the pool. The site looks abandoned and gloomy. Must be supplied. What yesterday was almost unacceptable today is necessary.
With camera in hand I take a breath to take the first photos of the disaster nearby. Chain blocks and tambourines in the ground, scattered brick walls, poles near as barricades in the streets. The sidewalks are cracked, the streets raised, many houses in decline or serious structural damage, a building can be seen leaning and the hut of the caretaker of this unique project is half a meter deep in the ground. A little farther Columbus Avenue, the train line that feeds the Biotren in an "s" in some sections. The tremor wriggle wriggled up the rails.
Nearby, a mini bakery has hundreds of desperate people looking for second and third provisions need. Came to the door of the warehouse where customers are receiving and the lady, somewhat desperate, doing its utmost to alienate the crowd and close the bowling alley. Strangely sees me and takes me by the arm and ushers. A two-liter drink and a pack of cigarettes. I am the last, the others are on the eve.
A coffee at home to wait without luck returning the spoiled cats. Some already appeared. Others and miss with some despair, appealing to his usual ability to live without street setbacks. We force it to arrive. They are a very important part in this increasingly fragmented family and alone. Meanwhile, I work to sort and evaluate what they filmed it already there.
Of the four televisions, three fell to the floor fatally. You have to add furniture to be opened with the movement, one of the most affected parts computer that leave unusable and forget to plan social networks a long time. Counting. 90% of glasses, cups, plus several dishes. Not so much. That's it lost.
As I go out or steal news rumors are accurate and immediate consequences. They say that Concepcion is on the floor, which looks like a bombed city, the buildings collapsed in front of the leader and one fell killing people. Others of the same company also endured in the field of Turf Club. Have been delivered when they looked, there could have told you a hundred more dead.
One of those who could travel by car to Talcahuano with horror as only you can reach just before Rocuant Island. That is a layer of dried seaweed and mixed with accumulated debris and remnants of coastline. The city and especially those people living "on bass port" is besieged by the action of water. Was tsunami. No doubt for those who spend those hours without a receiver.
We have no information but some tips I used to advance the consequences of things to come. They escaped some criminal types say. Imminent danger is underscored by one of the saddest Anas tell me. In a street in the port city lies a horse killed, split into two, almost "threaded" by the people. Attribute it to despair. I start thinking about the culture of looting without knowing that the idea will be short.
The replicas were slightly lower, not higher than 4 degrees, with lapse of 20 minutes and allowed to sleep with one guascazo that inspired the idea of \u200b\u200btectonic realignment. So then, and could see some spots in the passage. The most closely related neighbors huddled overnight. We unsociable habit as indicated, we had to find out just of broken marriages, family fights, etc..
The passage is no longer called "The Homer." The flavor of a roast chicken at a makeshift fire and escaped enguindado that our stores have decided to take up the nickname of "infidels." About 8 AM and we can go to sleep. Thinking that the seizure was about to end. Solid error. Cursed and
blunder ... 
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