Obvious. With two days without sleep, with this level of internal convulsion was obviously have some sleep. Four hours seems low but is more than enough. Best if your spoiled cat, missing the last to appear, jump on your bed and wakes you alegrándote morning. It's noon on Sunday 28 and pay attention on the street, a few voices speak of the looting of Pharmacy in Columbus Ahumada. One he read agitation phenomena are understood. Believed to be lack of control point. For that reason, I go with two nylon bags ready to go on commercial radio to buy flour. Just on the street, I see a neighbor taking natural juice boxes from his trunk. "They are plundering the Super 10, Ricardo. I do not think it is nothing, "he tells me ...
Another fellow has routed out of the neighborhood. Your child goes out and says, literally. "These brazen bring to a TV." It's true. Three cars that went home and were coordinating to remove and relocate. The other locals crowded into the blocks passes, all carry something. Again, I still feel normal.
I think it started at the same time we were waking in the fire. We lost the opportunity to play the 'millionaire car, I thought. I did not care. It is noteworthy that only two load type giant bags of dog food. Talking to other people days later I was owner of 3 dogs. Was all that came to serve.
I'm getting close to the supermarket and rows of people with food is awesome, and certainly heterogeneous cross. The parking lot full. Impacts to see that many cars packed move as a request to the outside but packs based on something. Merchandise is removed indiscriminately and then understand why. When he reached the door he slaps a pandemonium I never thought to live in life. Screams, people running, desperate to daylight and without police forces pressing.
I went to see if they grab something indispensable. I thought about cigarettes. This sector of the alcohol and snuff lay destroyed. Dante's image was the sector of food shelves wholesale, all destroyed. For access even the chairs of the cashiers were. The shelves were swept away and surreal image, a champagne intact between two aisles. Guiding
A short walk to the noodle industry always buy my dog, I realize that my shoes had gone down in history. A viscous layer of oil, mayonnaise and who knows what else you bogged down on the floor or bouncing you a slip.
I left there and say thanks for not carrying the camera because it would mean beating or robbery. With stained clothes and decided I had to get something necessary, preferably sugar or flour. As you know it was the end of the month, there was silver and if there was, you could not remove. Moreover, the ATM was gone. I followed a row of people still came out with strange things. It was a slow row, crying, exhausted and in some cases expelling a lot of tension. To the sides, several storing piles of groceries, toiletries. What do you want boxes of shampoo? "So many people live with them that need dozens of displays of drinks? Twenty paces later
is already chaos. It is a dark cellar. Just a few more ready to take action for themselves lanterns. Suddenly and almost fumbled a tape giant appears in ascending order. Hardly noticeable for some dropped with boxes in hands. Each one is a booty, you have to keep it safe for racing. I understand to be the most expeditious way to lose a less crowded.
not even think to seek access to upload because the inertia carried me to a beam of light to the left. Amid the fuss Scream "Noodles!" And someone responds "Top food, milk and drinks down!". The soil layer is twice as thick and hard to move. Something falls on the second level and little me in the head. Removed to give the reach to take it, turn it and find out it contained cans of mackerel. If I was in the fore part killed me right there.
diffuse light beam is concentrated in the dairy sector as grudgingly out between the walls and crosses in front of me again. He spotted an area in front of there collection of drinks and are rarely seen such imitation. Next, two mineral water displays of 6. The advertisement for whoever wants it and I'm with the other, take it as I can and I go along. I have water and salmon, but I'm drowning. My feet hit with an open pack of Watt's juice, remaining 3. I embrace because there is more and try to get out. It is impossible with that weight. Volume
nylon bags that had to take the flour and count seven cans of fish in the box, things are falling and people spend more pushing. When I get back on track and I have layers of pepper and butter on the packaging juice and water. As I walk I can slip and constant encounter with the outgoing queue. A person falls from the narrow line that separates the human row of makeshift entry and exit. I stumble through a domino effect. Just thought of starting there and keep my things, the same that is unlikely to buy food and beverages for animals, I can swear that we were not in the week. Exit
similar ordeal there was like trying to get home. Near my street, a huge line of people waiting and a leading water, fat and sausage bituminized did everything possible to shorten blocks soon. I walked this stretch knowing that a police patrol looked outside, and just proceed was left finding no victims or congestion from cars coming from all sectors.
And most authoritative he was, even though all these true clans took orders and orders for stocking your pantry, I felt miserable. I do not care to know that I lost more on clothes that went wasted because without planning crawl those floors. Or that in a month I can go and pay six thousand dollars it costs so I took up my kitchen. He served us out of trouble ... But it was strong. And do not give anyone.
Maybe it's because with the passing of the hours looked incredulous that the matter was the subject of all, openly or considerations. Others were bringing more and more items. That took the momentum and went to the Leader, the CCU, Coca Cola, that their products were almost spoils of war to the most blatant and even wealthier neighbors.
Others looked with astonishment. In the midst of this trial value was me. Thinking it was an irrational act, the survival instinct. Eventually all did and I was conscious in my irresponsibility. Moreover, with the hours I have not already exist Sta Isabel, pharmacy chains, Homecenter, the multistorey car in the center, the hypermarket of the communes and wards away from the city, the cellars of the big brands of clothes and appliances. All looted and destroyed. In some places even with fire. I feel part even if it was to eat.
"Could not avoid anything? Definitely yes. And then many like myself would have taken similar charges without having to beg. But it is more likely that fear is absurd that the civil authority to military action, when they care so much unchecked international image of the militia that ruled Chile-unleashed chaos and tragedy that I can assure you it was much worse than the earthquake yes. Because
stalled in our self-esteem, lack of responsibility. Showed that between bias incompetent authority, centralized policy and exacerbated their ruthlessly-UDI Mayor Concepcion is the anticipated chaos on the radio and ignored him, the lack of control over socio-cultural, this country does not want, is not respected and not organized.
Never mind that the conclusion ministers reproached us forward in numbers. Born, live and die being Third World. And who cares. Nobody. They're too busy looking for scapegoats to justify the farce of putting his presidential puppet skirts saying there was a tsunami, paradoxically when the poor people of the coast died drowned in that same minute.
The blame for this second disaster linked to criminals and that we get carried away by providing them informal, of those who govern and hold power, order. And we. It is nice to have this. But I guess they are stories that need to load a backpack. And in time, contribute to the experience that will never happen again. Yet again appeared insomnia, frustration and anger.
and it affected me until I went hungry when cursed employers ever let me thrown in a nearby village that today is just devastated by the same tragedy that my home. And guess what? It is not the same. I never thought I would fight and for something to eat. I do not know if it makes you better or worse person. Just know that mops your dignity ...
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