The Wonder of Survival, and Its Stories

On Friday, March 10, I was woken by an earthquake at around 4:20 a.m., which I would later learn had hit 5.9 on the Richter scale at its epicentre, in another department of Colombia. I had just enough time to get out of bed—a wee rumble, followed by a slightly stronger one—and survey my apartment for options. But as the second part of the rumble passed,…