you can’t

Throughout that night, I watched neighbors and relatives of missing people using their bare hands to dig at piles of heavy rubble that had been six and seven story apartment buildings.

educate-me

A man’s body was pulled from the dense mound of crumbled concrete dotted with pieces of furniture and clothing, an elderly woman wearing a headscarf rocked back and forth wailing, “My brother, my soul.”

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