The dust was the first thing Luis Hernández saw. A dense cloud rising from his compadre’s house, Andrés Carreño, on the other side of the street in Colinas de Pequiven, Morón. He didn’t think about it. He ran. “Compadre, compadre,” shouted at him in the rubble. “Compadre, I’m here, help me, I’m fine.” Luis asked him to shake his hand to locate him. Andrés, as he could, spread his fingers between the fragments of the wall. Luis began digging. Mor…
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The dust was the first thing Luis Hernández saw. A dense cloud rising from his compadre’s house, Andrés Carreño, on the other side of the street in Colinas de Pequiven, Morón. He didn’t think about it. He ran. “Compadre, compadre,” shouted at him in the rubble. “Compadre, I’m here, help me, I’m fine.” Luis asked him to shake his hand to locate him. Andrés, as he could, spread his fingers between the fragments of the wall. Luis began digging. Mor…