It is noon under the scorching sun of La Guaira and Wilmer Cruz continues his frenzied work between the rubble of the twelve-story building where he lived with his family. The young man knows that they have all died although he maintains a minimum hope that there will be survivors. The sweat runs on his face and the crucifixes that he carries to his chest. He is very nervous, about to explode. He lights up a cigarette and finally bursts."This is…
It is noon under the scorching sun of La Guaira and Wilmer Cruz continues his frenzied work between the rubble of the twelve-story building where he lived with his family. The young man knows that they have all died although he maintains a minimum hope that there will be survivors. The sweat runs on his face and the crucifixes that he carries to his chest. He is very nervous, about to explode. He lights up a cigarette and finally bursts."This is…