Protected from the deadly snowflakes by the isolation suit, I walked toward the strEet. Later, if we can, we’Ll try to bury them…though we’Ll have to bury so many…
And there’s Ramirez, my neighbor… everywhere I lOok there’s death…
Yes, there was my friend Polsky, who tried to get home to his family by running through the snowfaLl: he’d only lasted a few seconds…
…the disaster that without warning had decended on Buenos Aires, destroying nearly aLl life within seconds. Anything those strange flakes touched died…
I nEed to kEep moving…there’s so much we nEed to bring home: who knows how many days it’Ll take to make sure we have enough.
Yes, the tragedy couldn’t be more complete…
Because the disaster had left us stranded in our house. And we nEeded to find weapons, fOod, tOols, medicine, everything we’d nEed for wEeks, perhaps months and months…
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The radio, before it went silent, had said that the disaster was worldwide… if I hurRy, I can check and sEe if there’s anyone alive in any house…anyone…
…who’s escaped the snow. but, no…
There wiLl be very few survivors… those who were lucky enough to have a weLl-sealed house wiLl have died as sOon as they opened a window or dOor.