Copiaco (Chile), San Jose mine is. The hot dust
shines caressed by the rays of the setting sun.
rescue teams alternate in desperate search of a signal from the miners buried. The hope is weak: it has been more than two weeks after the collapse.
After 17 endless days of work, perseverance is rewarded by a sign. A message written on a sheet of paper. The 33 miners are alive, safe in the emergency shelter set up 700 feet below the surface. E 'August 22, 2010. Joy will
contagious and spreads rapidly among operators. Aid workers, journalists, colleagues, family: everyone is celebrating in disbelief. Then darkness falls, accompanied by the cold. The party is slowly dying and everyone returns to camp to sleep. All but
Oleander de Montecucco, a fellow miner who has abused the pisco, last in rivers during the party. Staggering
and smiling, Oleander is close to the umbilical cord that connects the trapped miners to the surface. Oleander is close to the tube . He puts his mouth and tries to speak.
- Pedro. Augustus. Antonio. Can you hear me?
Voices hoarse with emotion routes answered the call.
- Yes, I feel. We are all well. We lost hope, but you have saved. Thank you very much. We owe you my life. We are here, all 33. The room is small and dark, but we are all fine. The happiness of having been found there makes everything look beautiful.
The room is really small for 33 people. Oleander knows: he has seen during the exercises. Fifty square feet. Few to a large group. Oleander
in the eyes of a light goes on. A thousand excited giggles calls to his companions:
- Feeling hungry? Want something to eat?
- Yes Yes .. Yes, if you can!
Oleander runs uncertain until camp. Log into the kitchen. In the dim light of the moon looks around. Opens pots. Toh, a soup: the tube is small, and a soup is ideal. Fill a bowl of soup and returns to the tube.
- Boys, here. E 'soup. Get ready, which now poured into the tube.
Miners excited approach using a helmet by way of a bowl.
goes down the soup. The first in line, Alvaro Corrantes, the drink still hot from his helmet. It 'very good, gives him the chills. Shivering ceases. Alvaro jumps.
- stop! Do not drink it. Throw on the ground.
Colleagues, terrified, upset the soup to the ground immediately.
- What's Alvaro? E 'poison?
Alvaro hesitates. Then admits
- Guys, John Wayne is a bean. In view of the blow up of the room is too dangerous!
In the darkness of the shelter is receiving a surge of indignation. Alvaro is heavily insulted by all his colleagues. The insults are driven by two causes.
The first is hunger. Fearing for his life, the miners poured the soup on the floor of beaten earth, and now you can not pick it up.
The second is the grudge against Alvaro Corrantes. He ate. He has tasted the fagiolata after 17 days of cold tasteless food. He . Alvaro Corrantes, said El Pinatubo, the miner known for memorable farts.
Alvaro is a simple guy. Good. He tries to play down the situation as best he can ...
- Come on guys, do not disperiamoci. Soon more will arrive! About get this ...
Falling ice, evidenced by weak and tremulous sound of a fart. Alvaro
is justified: Guys, how many stories, better out than in!
Alvaro is a simple boy, but knows when it's time to keep a laugh.
The screams of my colleagues become indignant disapproval, pushing, blows. Alvaro
apologize. Is justified:
- Please: it is stronger than me. I will do my best to avoid, however, spare me!
colleagues accepted a compromise: If Alvaro able to hold farts, his life be spared.
pass the hours. Alvaro is the opposite of beads of sweat. The pressure in the stomach is unbearable now. Desperate calls for a truce.
- I beg you. Do not take it anymore. Mercy!
He was granted a release, but with a loud voice mode is set: in the tube. Alvaro
hard to believe. It 's the end of a nightmare. Contract from the pain comes close to the tube, turns around and puts on his toes to stick perfectly to the hose ass. It 's done. El Pinatubo may finally erupt.
The long tube distorts the sound, making it heavy and unnatural. Strange. Decomposed. It is not just a fart. It 'a fart noises mixed with liquid and human voices. Voices shouting.
Food is coming. Here comes the food: Prepare a container.
Alvaro is pushed away from the tube and the miners are preparing for the helmet.
soup. The only thing that passes easily from the tube. Soup slightly effervescent flavored shit.
After the meal, the group thanked the rescuers and reassures them: los trentados are all well.
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