ALL OF THEM.
GLUED TO THE INTERNET COVERAGE, LIVE, FOR HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS, I WAS.
WATCHING THE FACES, THE STRAINING CABLE, THE WHEEL TURNING, TURNING, TURNING, THE ARMS OUTSTRETCHED...
THE DARKNESS UNDERGROUND LIT BY HIDEOUS GLARING LIGHT, ARTIFICIAL AND TERRIFYING...
THE SUNLIGHT ABOVE GREETING THE MEN ONE BY ONE WITH RAYS AS TENDER AS THE TEARS THAT FELL...
AND THE FINAL SCENE OF THE FINAL MAN, THE BRAVE MANUEL, WHO STAYED TILL THE END AS THE LAST RESCUER, LEAVING BEHIND HIM THE DEAFENING SILENCE OF AN EMPTY TOMB...
REMINDS ME OF ANOTHER EMPTY TOMB, WHERE ANOTHER MAN CAME DOWN, SO FAR, TO RESCUE US, AND THEN LEFT A SILENT HOLLOW IN THE MOUNTAIN WHERE HE HAD BEEN...
ALL OF US, RESCUED. TO THE CHEERS OF THE ASSEMBLED CROWDS WATCHING IN THE BALCONIES OF HEAVEN...
THANK YOU IS NOT ENOUGH.
EVER.
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