Heavy, brittle walls of traditional adobe—cheap, sun-dried brick—cracked instantly when the ground started bucking. Subsequent shakes brought roofs thundering down.

Scribbled on the wall despite the red paint and mottled between constantly falling chip can still see the layers of sun-dried brick, adobe peeled off, write a red brick.

The farmhouse all is completes with the gray sun-dried brick, therefore, even if under the sunny blue sky, the village looked also can make one feel is intimate with with difficulty.