On October 13, 1972, Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571 was a ribbon of metal and hope cutting through the Andes. Inside, the Old Christians rugby team, their friends, and family laughed, sang, and tossed crumpled paper balls at each other. They were young. They were invincible. Nando Parrado was showing a photograph of his mother and sister to a friend. Roberto Canessa, a medical student, was dozing, dreaming of the sea.
The first night was a lesson in terror. No sleeping bags. No coats. Only summer clothes soaked in blood and snowmelt. They stacked suitcases as walls. They burned paper money—worthless now—for warmth. Outside, the wind howled like a pack of wolves. Inside, a boy named Arturo Nogueira whispered, "We are going to die here." Searching for- Society of the snow in-All Categ...
Roberto said, "We are going to die up here." On October 13, 1972, Uruguayan Air Force Flight
The world had declared them dead.
Roberto Canessa, the medical student, was the first to speak the unthinkable. "There is meat out there. It's human. But it's protein. It's life." They were invincible