LThey are not moving forward. It’s the merkols. The battle continues even though the lights, the damn lights, start to look the other way little by little. I won’t think about it. In the mud no one thinks about it. One of the The most imminent task is to check every garage, Inch by inch, Stano by Stano. “As soon as the water reaches the knees we can enter. We are looking at every corner and another garage,” a navy diver tells me whose painting R L “checked” on the door. There are thousands of basses of this style affected. They need time.
Life tries to open up in the most complicated placesBut today I saw people falling apart again. She will take a good Legionnaire of psychologists to heal the soul and give new life to the head. Carla, a nurse who goes all the way up in the mud, tells me that Many psychologists are already on the street and act on the go with people who break down. It’s hard to stand firmly. It’s been a long time and sometimes it seems that there are areas that are not moving forward.
More than a week after kicking the slime, the little details are celebrated. Today a company selling a coffee machine has been placed in the center of bayburta. Two girls doing coffee: a small achievement. Nonsense but this brightens the face for multiple sclerosis. Just like the hugs from Paz Padilla, who is engaged in the fight for the distribution of hot food. I talk to her and she gives me a hug from the real. She is tired but distributes sweets to everyone who recognizes her behind the mask and ponytail. It gives you health.
He’s being da nagging. The streets are flooded again. Bilge pumps work day and night and what comes out of the bass goes straight to the street. I get a flat tire on my bike again and crawl to La ramblita, outside Ground Zero. An Argentine boy held an impromptu workshop. “Shoot some cameras on his back and fuck“, I laugh while fixing my steering wheel. In the morning I will bring him some cameras and some other gadgets. People help people.
