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When they arrived at the hospital in Santiago, the world was torn. Some called them saints. Others called them monsters. But Nando Parrado, looking into the camera, said only this: "What would you have done? Tell me. Honestly. What would you have done?"
Of the 45 people on board, 12 died instantly or within hours. The survivors—29 of them—huddled in the broken shell of the plane, which had slid to a stop on a glacier at 3,570 meters (11,700 feet). The cold was a living thing, a predator with teeth of frost.
And he wept.
They waited. And waited.
Outside the window, the Andes stand silent, eternal, indifferent. But inside that room, in the warmth of memory and friendship, the snow has finally melted. Survival is not the end of the story. It is only the beginning of the telling.
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