At the center of tragedy is emptiness. And the emptiness, in Paiportadresses in mud and hearses. Also from civil guards, local police and UME soldiers who look at the ground and probe the mud in search of what they really don’t want to find. But they find.
At the moment 45, six of them elderly who lived in a flooded residence. The rest, those who walk between columns of balanced cars, as if an idle giant had dedicated itself to playing with them, will be survivors forever. It’s bad that they regret it.
Paiporta, one of the epicenters of an unprecedented storm so far this century that has hit Valencialooks like a shaken board this Thursday. Nothing is in its place. Not even the heads of its tenants, still in circles with that everlasting why me
“Two brothers from the same family… two women with a child on the hood of a car… a street lamp throwing sparks on the water… what horror,” Lucía evokes [nombre ficticio] on the other end of the phone, still shaken and broken. “I’m lucky”he repeats like a litany.
“I don’t care about the water and the electricity, it’s the pain, the pain of knowing how those people who have lost everything will be,” Lucía returns from her fourth floor in Paiporta, the height saved her. “I’m lucky,” she reiterates. “I’m lucky.”
So is Jose Luis. He waited several hours up a tree, like when the beast chases us in a nightmare, only in his case the beast was terracotta colored, very real. As real as the death that he avoided tight to a log, tight to a life.
Next to him, in other cups, men and women were saved in the same way. Staggering as if they were blackbirds on a reed. At the discretion of the molicie, they achieved it.
“From above we saw how the water ripped the doors off the garages, pressed those on the ground floors and moved them like hanging sheets. Cries for help could be heard. It was shocking,” explains Jose Luis to EFE agency journalist Mónica Collado.
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