We emerged to find an alien landscape. We bound our wounds, we buried our dead, and we commenced to rebuild.

That's the way we were playing, like we needed to be buried — like we were dead.

My lands are where my dead lie buried.

I'll board up better. But no, I won't go anywhere.

They found the manager of that building right underneath that blanket. His name was Carlos Garcia. He died when he went to a back apartment to save another man. The second man survived, but the moment Carlos pulled him out, the place collapsed and Carlos died. He was a wonderful man, Carlos... a brave man.

We've got our own power plant going. A house down the street has a generator, and we use a long extension cord to keep the refrigerators and fans going in 15 houses.