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#malatya #elazig I'm under the rubble in Malatya. There is enough space for me to move
comfortably. I'm not injured. I can't make my voice heard. The teams calling me can't hear
me. Help me!
I'm at the back of the collapsed building.I can't hear my roommate. I'm short of breath. My
battery is 15.
A 7.7 magnitude earthquake! We woke up to a nightmare. Suddenly the world was split in
two.Under the ground and above the ground. Help, help, help people
A child was rescued after 20 hours.A family was pulled out of the rubble after 48 hours. A
baby is alive after 110 hours.
I'm under the rubble. I'm bleeding a little but I'm okay. But nobody hear my voice. I think
there's no signal.
I'm looking at Twitter. People tweeted from under the rubble. The house next to the Mustafa
Kemal Pasa Mosque.There are noises, but they don't hear me.
Help! There was an earthquake! My family and I are at home. We can't get out.
I try to keep myself conscious by writing something. My bleeding has dried up but my body is
shaking. I can't feel my legs.
We have been following the rescue efforts on TV all day.The death toll is rising.
My girlfriend and I are under the rubble. We can't make our voices heard. I can't feel my leg
My friend is unconscious.
We were very tired from the rescue work. We were trying to sleep in the car. Because we
could hear the screams of the people underground. We couldn't sleep...in the car. We had to
use earplugs and tried to get some sleep.
We cannot breathe. We are freezing. This is the only way I can reach you. Please! Find us!
We are in this century and we are just spectators.
I can barely type. I can't take it. My eyes are closing...