Thursday, January 19, 2017

Trapped in the resort there is”No snowplow” – Corriere della Sera

RIGOPIANO (PESCARA) From the top, the mattresses are blue in the snow look like big flowers. Scattered around the hotel, within a radius of 500 metres, even one stuck in a tree. Strewn with clothes and debris, tree trunks, and fragments of suitcase, pieces of life that emerge from the grip of the frost. This is what remains of the rooms of the hotel Rigopiano after the avalanche that everything has overwhelmed Wednesday afternoon: what remains of a holiday, a parenthesis of love, a bit of relaxation, the desire to see themselves mirrored in the faces famous who came here from time to time “to be a Spa” away from it all, in peace: Tornatore, D’urso, and many more, because this was a paradise a secret.



“No answer”

A foreman of the fire brigade of Pescara, at the junction of the relief above Farindola, look up with watery eyes, toward the mountain from which you just dropped, throwing behind his nightmares: “it Was three floors, the hotel. Was. Now there remain the columns, and hardly the first, bent under piles of white. It is a frightful scene”. Her murmur: “there is nothing more we will call but no one answers”. The commander of the carabinieri, the Marco Heated says that “there are between twenty-five to 35 guests, and a dozen of employees, and still uses a hopeful mind at three in the afternoon, i.e. nearly 24 hours after the disaster that was shot down here: “who died and two people rescued”, he adds. Later, the numbers change, the recovered bodies become four, missing at least 25, including four children; but with the passing of the hours and the thermometer, which at 1,200 metres down at night to ten or fifteen below zero on these slopes of Gran Sasso above Farindola, the expression “scattered” loses solidity, becomes a prayer of finding someone still alive. The head of civil Protection, Fabrizio Curcio, with his stubborn courage, there it is: “we must Not yet despair,” and a rumor that someone to respond, a slender wire.



The mountain on the hotel

The mountain, shaken by new earthquake of these hours, he demolished the hotel, moving it up or down to a dozen metres: now sheets of ice to and fro in the hall, the whole north side was caved in and the beautiful colonnade white is embedded in the fury of the avalanche. The salon d’annunzio, with its crystal chandeliers and paintings precious is raped by debris. What remains standing, even in the cupboard — dishes, glasses, pots — takes on a sinister aspect, is unfair compared to the opening balance broken that are just below, buried under the feet of the first responders, the financiers of the mountain rescue and drive the choices of the Firefighters, rescuers in a ski that drops from the ridge in attempts at the limit of the impossible when even drills and turbines continue to struggle with gaining only a few metres every hour. Broken lives, yes, but also lives that perhaps could be saved. The public Prosecutor’s office has opened an in vestigation for manslaughter, and the anger mount in a hurry. On Wednesday, the earth shook and the mountain was really too full of snow, so in the hotel, many of which, are blocked since Sunday, they were afraid. “At 3 in the afternoon, they were ready with the bags, they had done the express check-out, but the snow has not arrived, the have postponed till 7 in the evening,” says the resort manager, Marco, the nephew of the owner Roberto The Red, also among the missing. A girlfriend called her boyfriend: “Come on down, what are you doing there?”; he answered: “I Would like, but it’s all blocked…”.

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