The roads are blocked. Everyone is trying to either go or come; cars packed like sardines with cosas – things – and people. The beds of pickup trucks transport volunteers to areas where the fire still burns and medics need assistance.
Enter an elderly, unnamed man from the sur – South – of the Chile. He is a humble man, like the friendly neighbor.
Saturday night was his worst nightmare, “el imagen” of it. He came to Valparaiso for a different way of life from the south, everything was here.
He and his family lost everything to the fire. While I speak to him, I meet his son, grandson and nephew. There are more around him. They are in a makeshift home in a car park with a tent, small caravan, pot of rice and other possessions.