I remember that night; the tornado passed very close to where we lived. It felt like when tanks are moving, and we had no idea what was happening.
The next morning, I returned to my unit (I was in service), and for two weeks, we had to work with ETECSA to restore communications in the area where the tornado had passed.
One image that never leaves my mind is that of the wall of the Ñico López Refinery, which fell like dominoes. As you say in the title, life is a constant fragility.
That was a terrible moment for a lot of people
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The stories I heard were horrifying. People who were trapped in the street and ran while everything was falling down. People who had to hold on to furniture on a high floor as the wind blew them away. People who saw their concrete roof blown off and they too.... creepy.
And those are the stories that were told; imagine the ones we don't know. They were sad moments that I hope won't happen again. I don't think the city and its people can bear it.
Have a great Monday @nanixxx !
Of course 👀
Ayyy... Gracias. ☕🙂 Tú también.