- Day One - Part I
is shaking, "Honey, wake up is shaking!". I ran to the door, far away I felt that Juan Carlos was awake and out of bed, the only thing that mattered was to reach the doorway. All my senses told me "run", but knew he could not fly off because if not, going to take more risk. Arrive
the door in front was Matthias, we look with horror, the earth was shaking. Carola and children were the next to leave the hall, Christopher and Martin had gripped the heavily "Tere What?!" He asked. Immediately, Matthew turned to enter his room, just then my sister was leaving. He was still shaking and a deafening sound, strong and accompanied these movements grave with every passing second was increasing in intensity. Juan Carlos I held while listened amazed how all the first-floor windows were broken on contact with the ground. "It is a terrmoto!" To within begged to complete, but never had. The latter became eternal with the noise and movement, nothing was going through my head, only the request that we not fall to the first floor because that was the feeling you had, that the house was going to fall apart. Finally stopped, we looked and immediately entered longline action "Yoya, shoes, help me find the Bring boots of children! "" Beware the floor, there are glass! "" Do not fall yet. " From time to time, we all had our shoes on, with Juan Carlos, took out the bags we had in the piece to have on hand in case of having to leave the house to escape. The atmosphere was tense, everyone did something, but were sufficiently shocked to be unable to coordinate. I remember, minutes later, when trying to communicate with families in Santiago, how well I could not type in the numbers the phone, I said I knew the numbers, but were prevented me from nervousness, tension, uncertainty of successfully carrying out this task so simple.
already being down, Tere and Carol began to collect water at any posillo was left intact. Matthias, on the other hand, went out to turn the car radio. In those few seconds that had passed since the quake ended, different types of road cars had collapsed. Hundreds of people clog the streets trying to climb the hill. Meanwhile, children had been installed between the door and the house, covered with a plumóny with missions to care for dogs and tune the radio old grandmother Rebecca. Seconds earlier, he had been given a teaspoon of salt to Martin for not lowered the pressure. Fortunately, during the trip to Concepción, we bought two big bars of chocolate that were supposed to be consumed watching the Festival de Viña, who served as relaxing for those in need even Yanka was tempted to eat a piece. "(...)
The quake apparently had a epicenter 80 km north of the city of Concepción (...), according to reports has been of an intensity of 9 on the Richter scale "First time in my life I feel so desperate, our papásy family members were in Santiago. "The father should be desperately trying to communicate by not knowing anything about us." I was scared and every time he moved the earth for a reply to Juan Carlos I approached, he feared part. From one minute to another, the cell gained tremendous importance prayed that call after call came into the phone receiver, but nothing happened. The communication did not want to set.
Resigned, continue to try, but only with two phones, because the batteries had been spent in our attempt to talk to people in Santiago. Christopher Martiny Carola suffered every time he entered the house, especially when there came a tremor. For the first time I witnessed my nephew took over the role of big brother to its fullness, regardless of whether they felt fear of the adverse situation, distraíaa boy to his brother not to think about what was happening a few feet away. It was remarkable, I felt very proud to see them.
Soon the desperate cries of parents seeking their children began to be heard. I remember with chilling clarity the cry of a father calling his son Lucas, who apparently had been taxiing a nearby disco. As the order after any disaster was to climb the hill, it was understood that the first place to look for missing people was there at the Cerro San Pedro de la Paz.
felt hot, very hot. As I said among all the clutter to fix the house, caring for children, filling pots with water, replicas almost as strong as the earthquake itself, the adrenaline had shot me, I did not warm, but if I did I ran at a high risk of colds and a sick adult in those circumstances was not wanted.
The hours passed and the dawn never came, the radius of the pig and was not working and only echoes of the transmission was heard on the street. Mistakenly, I thought that at six o'clock the sun rose, but Matias kindly told me to wait because it's not going to happen until about seven o'clock. When he finally aclareció, we decided to enter the house, ground fog covering the environment. You could not see anything. Tired
, Juan Carlos and I went down the mattresses in the room where we were staying for all cupiéramos in the living room. Tere
sat in the chair of the Breast and Matias in a chair beside her. The children were divided, first Carola Kitts and lay down on mattresses, while Martin, Juan Carlos and I sat on the couch three bodies. Long time no sweating so much in a few hours of rest, Martin was stuck to my body and could not sleep. Tere and I watched from time to time, the dream did not come even though all we wanted to do was forget.
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