Shouts of ‘Allahu Akbar’ and warm applause broke the wall of silence in a neighbourhood of Iskenderun after a survivor emerged from underneath a destroyed building as if a baby was born after a difficult labour.
Exhaustion and astonishment were evident on the faces of the Spanish volunteers who participated in this rescue operation. They, in turn, came out from under the rubble looking for their team members to switch shifts, and threw themselves into each other’s arms while others sat away smoking.
That was a luxury local rescue teams did not have, their members continuing to work on-site through the hours until their boss shouted “Sessiz!” – “Listen!” His assistant blew a whistle and raised his hands in an ‘X’ shape. This was met with a similar movement by another rescuer from inside the rubble.
For a few minutes, the silence was broken only by the sound of breathing. Machinery stopped. Car engines and phones turned off. Speech and movement were prevented. We froze. Nothing but eyes moved.
Hoping for miracles
Thick dust covered our faces, as fumes and soot filled the air following the Iskenderun port fire. We waited silently for another miracle, waiting for minutes that felt like hours, but hope was dashed by a paramedic’s sudden order to resume efforts, six days after the devastating earthquake.
Hopes of finding survivors were fading, but not lost. The concept of time in Turkey’s south has been anything but normal in recent days.