In Antakya
Sweetish scents float between the rubble.
It's the smell of death that emanates from the rubble.
"
My beloved city stinks of corpses"
, sobs Mukkades, a bazaar trader in the historic center,
"it's awful, please let it be known: the city of Antakya no longer exists
" .
Many bodies are still trapped under the ruins of Antakya (the ancient Antioch).
From the collapsed buildings, the rescuers draw almost nothing but remains.
At the top of a concrete mound, a sheet is pulled up to hide the victim, then half a dozen rescuers descend from the debris carrying the deceased in a blanket.
Near the excavation sites, the bodies wait, wrapped in black body bags.
A hearse will come and take them away.
Ibrahim, taking refuge on the covered terrace of a café where survivors help each other, recounts the horror of the first hours of the disaster: “
The corpses were thrown on the side of the road.
Stacked on top of each other...
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