I went to Coapa to bring Ice and towels for the rescuers, people blocked streets and moto drivers were running hell, bringing suplis from Azteca Stadium to Colegio Enrique Rebsamen, when I arrived 2 kids were rescued, then a guy on a truck starts screming "We need people on Girasoles, a build collapsed !" and several volunteers just jumped to the truck and the some more vehicles went following him, I went walking and as I was walking, it was like 2 km far away, people were asking "where can I help?", and I told them "Rebsamen is full and working fine, they said we need people in Girasoles" and all we were gathering. When we arrived they already had started the rescue, but people kept bringing suplies, and it was a chaos, so we started a human line and nagd to hand brought the supplies to a safe place, a parking lot, full trucks with watter, food, and construction stuff appear, and then empty trucks came an said "we need supplies and people at Peten and Alberca Olimpica!" and we fill the trucks with stuff, suddenly after being sorrounded by strangers from all kinds I was alone, marines, militarty and civilians were beating their asses to unburie some people, supplies were ok, I was about to take a breake but then this truck with people from venezuela and colobia came and ask "were do we help?" and I said "they need people at alberca olimpica and Peten" and there we were crossing the city, a bucnh of strangers that I might not see ever again, trying to help... long story short, I slept in a shelter, but I was sad that I had to sleep.

I will never forget that night.