Javier Navarro rests atop a pile of rubber boots. His eyes are red from the dust, the lack of sleep he dulls with one cigarette after another, and the moments when he breaks down in rage and grief, like the day he pleaded with the operators of the heavy machinery to stop pushing ahead with the demolition of collapsed buildings. Seguir leyendo
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Javier Navarro rests atop a pile of rubber boots. His eyes are red from the dust, the lack of sleep he dulls with one cigarette after another, and the moments when he breaks down in rage and grief, like the day he pleaded with the operators of the heavy machinery to stop pushing ahead with the demolition of collapsed buildings.
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