Weeks passed. The avalanche came on October 29, while they slept. A wall of snow and ice ripped through the fuselage, burying them alive. Eight more died, suffocated, crushed. The survivors dug themselves out with bare hands, screaming into the white darkness.
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The first night was a lesson in terror. No sleeping bags. No coats. Only summer clothes soaked in blood and snowmelt. They stacked suitcases as walls. They burned paper money—worthless now—for warmth. Outside, the wind howled like a pack of wolves. Inside, a boy named Arturo Nogueira whispered, "We are going to die here." Weeks passed
But Nando Parrado refused to be a ghost. He looked at the mountain peaks surrounding them. "The plane is white. The snow is white. They'll never see us from above. But on the other side of those mountains… Chile. Green valleys. Roads. People. We have to walk." Eight more died, suffocated, crushed