Transcript · Spanish → English
Survivor's account of a disaster
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
Come on, two, three.
One, two, three.
Okay, did you eat it, troupe?
No, to the other side.
They're not going to open it for me!
They're not going to open it for me!
That's it!
It's flying, it's flying!
It's flying, it's flying!
No, no, not anymore.
Why not?
I'm not singing? I'm going to bed, man.
Okay, okay, okay.
Careful, be very careful, very careful.
And my mom told me, let's get
under the column, which is the strongest.
I was looking for the table, but I listened to her.
Then my sister comes out of the room
and she falls next to us
where the seal is.
And everything fell on top.
My mom says, "What broke?"
I didn't see anything because I was like this.
and I fell, and things fell on me, and I fell. I stayed like that all night.
There's a seven-year-old boy underneath named Mateo.
Did you hear him?
I could hear him, but right now, at this moment, I couldn't hear him anymore.
I was shouting, "Mateo, Mateo," and he didn't answer.
He didn't answer.
And he told me that up there, he felt his mother's deep depression.
And we tried to support him there, to calm down, that we were going to help him,
to calm down, to breathe.
And well, right now I don't know if he's still alive.
This was what I had wrong, now I don't know if he's still alive.
I wanted to kiss God, for my family to be well.
My grandmother told me she was singing to the heads and to help her.
And I told her, "I'm going to help you up to here."
But a lot of pressure from my mom.
And she was pinching me and saying like, "Help me, help me."
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Original transcript (Spanish)
Unos, dos, tres. Unos, dos, tres. Vamos, dos, tres. Unos, dos, tres. Ya, ¿lo has comido, trupe?
No, para el otro lado. ¡No me la van a abrir! ¡No me la van a abrir! ¡Ya está! ¡La vuela, la vuela!
¡La vuela, la vuela! No, no, ya no. ¿Cómo no? ¿No me canto? Voy para el sobre, ley. Ya, ya, ya.
Con cuidado, con cuidadito, con cuidadito. Y mi mamá me dijo, vamos a ponernos bajo la columna, que es la más fuerte. Yo estaba buscando la mesa pero yo le hice caso a ella. Entonces mi hermana sale del cuarto
y ella cae al lado de nosotros donde está el sello. Y todo cayó encima. Mi mamá dice, ¿qué es lo que se quebró? Yo no vi nada porque yo lo que estaba era así.
y pude caer y me cayeron las cosas y caí. Quedé así, toda la noche. Hay un niñito abajo de 7 años que se llama Mateo. ¿Lo escuchaba? Lo escuchaba, pero ahorita en este momento ya no lo escuchaba. Le gritaba, Mateo, Mateo, y no respondía.
No respondía. Y él me dijo que arriba él sentía la gran depresión de su mamá que estaba. Y lo tratamos de apoyar ahí, que se calmara, que lo íbamos a ayudar, que se calmara, que respirara. Y bueno, ahorita no sé si seguirá vivo.
Esto era lo que yo tenía mal, ahora no sé si seguirá vivo. Yo quería que le besaba a Dios, que mi familia le estuviera bien. Mi abuela me decía que ella estaba cantando las cabezas y que la ayudara. Y yo le decía, te voy a ayudar hasta acá. Pero mucha presión de mi mamá.
Y ella me pillicaba y me decía como que, ayúdame, ayúdame.
