"It was pitch black under the rubble. I couldn’t open my eyes and could barely breathe. I couldn’t hear anyone and I couldn’t speak, there was dust and stones covering my face. I was convinced that I was going to die. I managed to move my hand under the rubble and used a cable to signal to people that I was there. I remember hearing voices, and I felt air on my leg, and soon people were pulling me out and rushing me to the ambulance. Till this day, they haven’t found my baby nephew.”