Post by asadul4986 on Feb 20, 2024 4:05:17 GMT -5
“It was horrible. It was so hot, that I went up to my house twice to water, so that the dogs would be cooler,” she remembers. That day, one of the sources of the Valparaíso fire – a “violent”, “ungovernable” fire in the words of Chilean geographer Luis Álvarez – was advancing at high speed towards Novoa's house and his neighbors in the El Salto sector. The evacuation alert had been issued in the morning. Advertisements Then the wind began to pick up. “It was a terrible wind,” she describes. “I heard how things were bursting. In front of my sister's house, where we had the bread shop, the pole pole (electricity pole) exploded. I had the last loaves left to bake, but we didn't reach anything,” says Bárbara. "It was very fast. I sat on the bench where one steps to enter the business and the wind began to come out. I think it was twenty to 6 then, and at 6 it was hell .” That hell would cause more than 120 deaths in the center of the country.
On one side of the town, the flames devastated the 400 hectares of the city's Botanical Garden and four people, known to the people of El Salto, died within that emblematic enclosure. Bárbara observed him from the street, looking towards the Puente las Cucharas, in the direction of the Botanical Garden. “ We all saw the fire, but no one managed to take things out, because no one imagined what was coming.” Shelter “It was Costa Rica Mobile Number List like being inside a tornado, like you see in the movies; the wind hit you. My nephew told me “aunt, let's go to the field.” Barbara knew the place well. She had started playing soccer at the Sports Club, in a team “of pure mothers with children.” But she says that she barely dared to cross onto the field. “Everything was already smokey, you couldn't see anything. I didn't want to cross the street, they could run us over,” she says, “but the poles could fall and it was the only way to protect ourselves.
There we stayed, my nephew, my six-year-old son, my husband and I. The four of them embraced, alone on the court,” she remembers. “The field is not flat, it has like that loose dirt, which rose with the wind and hit you very hard. You didn't see anything, only the earth. Like when there is a dog fight, but huge... On the court there are two large goals and two small ones, and I saw that the little ones could fly away . The gate began to shake in the wind. I heard a tree creak and I shouted 'the tree is going to fall.'” “I don't know how many minutes passed, for me it was eternal.” When the wind calmed down a little, the neighbors brought their cars to the field and took shelter there. “It seemed like the only safe place,” he says.
On one side of the town, the flames devastated the 400 hectares of the city's Botanical Garden and four people, known to the people of El Salto, died within that emblematic enclosure. Bárbara observed him from the street, looking towards the Puente las Cucharas, in the direction of the Botanical Garden. “ We all saw the fire, but no one managed to take things out, because no one imagined what was coming.” Shelter “It was Costa Rica Mobile Number List like being inside a tornado, like you see in the movies; the wind hit you. My nephew told me “aunt, let's go to the field.” Barbara knew the place well. She had started playing soccer at the Sports Club, in a team “of pure mothers with children.” But she says that she barely dared to cross onto the field. “Everything was already smokey, you couldn't see anything. I didn't want to cross the street, they could run us over,” she says, “but the poles could fall and it was the only way to protect ourselves.
There we stayed, my nephew, my six-year-old son, my husband and I. The four of them embraced, alone on the court,” she remembers. “The field is not flat, it has like that loose dirt, which rose with the wind and hit you very hard. You didn't see anything, only the earth. Like when there is a dog fight, but huge... On the court there are two large goals and two small ones, and I saw that the little ones could fly away . The gate began to shake in the wind. I heard a tree creak and I shouted 'the tree is going to fall.'” “I don't know how many minutes passed, for me it was eternal.” When the wind calmed down a little, the neighbors brought their cars to the field and took shelter there. “It seemed like the only safe place,” he says.