0nce just an ordinary street, until last monday. 4:17am, everything shook, the strongest earthquake in a century. smashing life as they knew it. ..into pieces. almost nothing left. almost. here, waiting on garden chairs in front row seats, a street turned into a cemetery. their loved ones buried somewhere in this rubble. the scenes are absolutely breathtaking, but it s also
4:17am, everything shook, the strongest earthquake in a century. smashing life as they knew it. ..into pieces. almost nothing left. almost. here, waiting on garden chairs in front row seats, a street turned into a cemetery. their loved ones buried somewhere in this rubble. the scenes are absolutely breathtaking, but it s also what we can t convey. it s the dust and the stench, the stench of death, so many bodies buried under the rubble. translation: right now, | they are pulling a body out.
once just an ordinary street, until last monday. a:17am, everything shook, the strongest earthquake in a century. smashing life as they knew it into pieces, almost nothing left. almost. here, waiting on garden chairs in front row seats, a street turned into a cemetery. their loved ones buried somewhere in this rubble. the scenes are absolutely breathtaking, but it s also what we can t convey. it s the dust and the stench,
our chief international correspondent lyse doucet is close to the epicentre of the earthquake in southern turkey and sent this report. once just an ordinary street, until last monday. 4:17am, everything shook, the strongest earthquake in a century. smashing life as they knew it into pieces, almost nothing left. almost. here, waiting on garden chairs in front row seats, a street turned into a cemetery. their loved ones buried somewhere in this rubble.