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It's late morning on October 22nd,

1972, and Nando Parado stands outside the fuselage of the crashed fair child airplane.

He's alone, examining a chocolate covered peanut in the palm of his hand.

Nando's been saving it. He puts it in his mouth and sucks off the chocolate and spits the nut back into his palm.

Later, he will allow himself a tiny nibble.

After this, there's nothing left to eat.

It's been ten days since Nando's Uruguayan rugby team's flight crashed here.

Pi and the Andes mountains, and each day seems to be colder than the last.

It's a bone-chilling cold that cuts to the core.

Nando's been shivering constantly, and he knows it's burning calories he needs to make it out alive.

As an athlete, he's aware that the body requires massive caloric intake at altitudes like this.

Most Andean hikers consume up to 15,000 calories a day to keep going.

But Nando has eaten almost nothing for a week now.

He's starting to feel his body take a turn for the worst.

At the start of this trip, he was in the physical prime of his life.

But now, his body moves like he's aged 40 years.

It's exhausting to even walk.

But the truth is, he's lucky to be alive.

A week ago, he was still unconscious from the plane crash.

It's a miracle that his head wound is starting to heal.

There was a blizzard earlier this morning, but for the moment, the sky is clear.

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