He shouted her name at the top of his lungs. “Clarisleny, are you there?” he asked several times. “Please tell me you’re okay.” His voice was strong, even though his entire body was buried beneath the walls and columns of the Jet Set nightclub. With his left hand, Anastasio Peguero caressed his wife’s legs and removed the iron straps that were scratching her feet. With his right hand, he lifted the beam that was crushing the chest of Victor, an acquaintance who died after 13 hours trapped in the rubble. After calling his 20-year-old daughter, he gave up trying. “I didn’t want my wife to realize what I feared most,” he says a month after the collapse, his legs still swollen and his gaze still searching for his little princess.

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