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He says his parents are resting down by the river. He is waiting for relatives.
They will come for the funeral when they can. There is much rubble to search. Mountains.
He says he saw them last on mother's day, a cheerful family meal.
His mother's famous dumplings, his father's homemade beer.
He knows it was quick. His mother electrocuted on the roof top by falling wires, his father hit by a beam on the staircase. Perhaps she had sent him back for her shawl. Perhaps it was a voice calling from below.
There are those still missing, unaccounted for.