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They waited. And waited.

That night, the silence inside the fuselage was deeper than the snow outside. Someone began to cry. Then another. Then all of them—because crying was the only thing left. But tears freeze at 20 below. They learned that quickly.

Roberto said, "We are going to die up here." Searching for- Society of the snow in-All Categ...

On December 12, 1972—72 days after the crash—Nando Parrado, Roberto Canessa, and a third survivor named Antonio "Tintín" Vizintín began the climb. They wore boots stuffed with seat-cushion foam. They carried a sleeping bag made of insulation wiring. They had no oxygen. No ropes.

They called themselves La Sociedad de la Nieve —The Society of the Snow. Not a team anymore. Not a crew. A family forged in the only furnace that matters: the will to live. They waited

The world had declared them dead.

After that, they moved to the rear of the plane—the tail section, still intact. There, they found a miracle: a small transistor radio. And on that radio, they heard the news: "The search for Flight 571 has ended. No survivors." Someone began to cry

But Nando Parrado refused to be a ghost. He looked at the mountain peaks surrounding them. "The plane is white. The snow is white. They'll never see us from above. But on the other side of those mountains… Chile. Green valleys. Roads. People. We have to walk."