the police came and said, "you`re angry, anxious and it`s over. you`re endangering others. go home. we`ll handle it!" to which he replied, "are you going to help me now?" no one helped.

　　courageously he went on alone because he needed to know for himself: "is my boy alive or is he dead?" he dug for eight hours...12 hours...24 hours...36 hours...then, in the 38th hour, he pulled back a large stone and heard his son`s voice. he screamed his son`s name, "armand!"

　　he heard back, "dad!?! it`s me, dad! i told the other kids not to worry. i told them that if you were alive, you`d save me and when you saved me, they`d be saved. you promised, no matter what happens, i`ll always be there for you! you did it, dad!" "what`s going on in there? how is it?" the father asked.

　　"there are 14 of us left out of 33, dad. we`re scared, hungry, thirsty and thankful you`re here. when the building collapsed, it made a triangle, and it saved us."

　　"come out, boy!"

　　"no, dad! let the other kids out first, cause i know you`ll get me! no matter what happens, i know you`ll always be there for me!"