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The man on horseback—a Chilean arriero named Sergio Catalán—picked it up. He read it. He looked up at the ragged, skeletal figures on the far bank.

They cut slivers of frozen flesh with a shard of glass. They held their noses. They swallowed. And they did not die of hunger. Searching for- Society of the snow in-All Categ...

The impact was not a crash. It was an explosion of noise, flesh, and twisted aluminum. Nando Parrado’s world became a tunnel of blackness and the smell of jet fuel. When he opened his eyes, he was trapped. The roof of the fuselage was gone. Snow fell upward into a bruised sky. Beside him, his mother was already gone. His sister Susy was alive but gravely injured. She would die in his arms days later, whispering a prayer. The man on horseback—a Chilean arriero named Sergio

"The mountain did not kill us. It taught us that the only true death is to give up. And we never did." They cut slivers of frozen flesh with a shard of glass

Everyone thought he was mad. The peaks were 4,600 meters high. They had no gear, no map, no food. And they were starving, freezing, dying.

And he wept.