“I can see my brother’s feet, but I can’t pull him out.”
Cindy Tersme is digging through rubble with her bare hands. It is concrete, dusty, and the chunks are heavy. She is short on water to drink, no food to eat, and she knows that she is close to him, her brother, as he is right there. His lifeless body isn’t moving as it is under the crush of the fallen building. She can see his feet, and she wants him out.
“Desperate Haitians clawed at the rubble of their ruined capital for a second day Thursday, retrieving their dead and rescuing the living, as an international armada of ships and aircraft struggled to provide food, water, medicine and shelter.”