Video: The Bucaramanga neighborhood that dies to the passage of deep cracks
The cracks crossed the houses.Then, a scary wave crossed 17 homes, splashing everything, until he went to collide between swirls of anguish against the bricks and the cement defeated on the ground of the yellowish and weak earth.Under a sun that does not stop cornering, while the wind blows around, climbing between the ruins of the houses, on the edge of the abyss, the mountains that exceed the Chimitá sector can be seen on the horizon, in a particularly beautiful view, butWhen lowering the head, on the rubble of the households, the look is opaque, then beats a cry and everything goes out, like the dark mouth of a hungry wolf.
As if someone had left the doors of hell open, the fever that caused the fear of dying buried among children, their mothers, older adults and neighbors, who load a particular purgatory.The tranquility, just like the land razed in the Antonio Nariño neighborhood of Bucaramanga, has been broken again for two months.The horror of a new tragedy ran from mouth to mouth through the houses of 20th Street with Second race, in the west of the city.To them, the families of this sector, the torture of the memory of natural disasters, of collapsed houses years, of all the work of a life collapsed in seconds, left them without air and caused them that pain that only leaves the sudden stab ofAn old wound.
The cracks on the earth and the walls were gradually lengthening since last November, when the frightful noise of the sandy intestines of the Antonio Nariño neighborhood returned, as a sprained of hungry guts, unable to be calm for years for years.Old commune of yesteryear, whipped at times for winds of violence and drug use left by some dead, but that the bad ones got used to the drama that its inhabitants lose the heritage of a lifetime in an uncontrolled avalanche, soil that with thetime continues to ruin for that erosion cancer.
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This was what his son, two months ago, Rosmira Meza, who for more than 20 years has reside in this popular sector stuck to the western escarpa of Bucaramanga, in a humble house above a ravine of no less than less than12 meters high, which as crumbs of white cookies fall apart little by little in pieces.Do not get wrong.When she arrived in this neighborhood and her house got up, her patio bordered on a street and houses stuck to the bottom.But in more than two decades, that road and the houses disappeared in the sour background of the ravine, which falls apart silently.
