God blesses China,and everything will be all fine.
Rescue hopes dwindle in mud-deluged Chinese town
By Ben Blanchard
ZHOUQU |
Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:53pm EDT
ZHOUQU
China (Reuters) - Chen Daochen knows he will never see his father or
elder brother alive again. Yet still he digs through the thick yellow
mud that cascaded through their home, killing four members of his
family. "I know they're dead. But I
have to get them out. I have to see them with my own eyes or I won't
know for sure," he said quietly, desperately pulling rolls of plastic
pipes from the simple brick house to get at the bodies. "At
least the kids were not at home when it happened," Chen added numbly, a
pile of damp school books at his feet slowly rotting in the damp heat. It
is a scene of stunned grief repeated across Zhouqu, a remote town in
northwestern Gansu province. At least 702 people died when a mass of mud
and rocks swept down on sleeping residents at the weekend. Another
1,042 are missing. Rescuers who
have swarmed into Zhouqu are not giving up hope of finding anyone else
alive, but they warn that chances are slim in the chocking mud, so thick
in places it has piled up to what used to be the third or fourth floor
of buildings. Logs and stones have
been laid over the sludge to ease access. They seem almost to float when
stepped on, threatening to give way, and plunge rescuers into the
morass. "It's different from an
earthquake. With all this mud it gets into every corner of a room. You
drown," said Dan Xiaoli, a rescue worker from next-door Sichuan
province, where tens of thousands died in a devastating earthquake two
years ago. "But we need to keep looking in case there is a miracle," she added, dressed in orange overalls and carrying a first aid kit. Close
by, a crowd gathers expectantly, peering down to where troops have
pried open a small hole in what was the roof of a house, using their
hands, a few shovels and some sledgehammers. "Keep quiet! Step back! We can hear someone in there!" shouts one soldier. A reverent hush falls, and people edge back. Five
minutes later, the silence becomes sobs as the pale white arm of a dead
man pokes through the rubble. Even the most curious of bystanders
recoil from the smell. Two women
collapse wailing, unable to stand their grief, and are carried off by
relatives. Almost everyone has a tragic story to tell. Many escaped by
luck alone. "The first to fourth
floors of my building were swamped. We were on the sixth. Dozens of my
neighbors are still in the mud. We've had to give up trying to get their
bodies out," said Liu Jiesheng, 40, his eyes bloodshot from lack of
sleep. While relief supplies and workers continue to arrive, poor roads and the area's remoteness are hampering efforts. The
nearest airport is a seven-hour drive away, mountains tower over
settlements in the valleys, and on the main artery from the south,
traffic has to be strictly limited. "The
road is too narrow. We have to control what goes up there or there will
be chaos and everything will get blocked," said one policeman, after a
brief argument with some officials from Sichuan trying to bring in
bottled water. Yet despite the
tough restrictions, much heavy lifting equipment sits idle, unable to
either get into the town or be used in large parts of it, lest it slip
into the mud. "The government is
doing what it can. But we are a long way from anywhere here. This is not
a problem that will be solved overnight," said resident Wang Xuezhen,
who lost four family members and survived only because he was away for
the night. (Editing by Emma Graham-Harrison and Ken Wills)
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