The Mexico City Attorney General's Office reported that it transferred 10 of those arrested for this week's confrontation in Topilejo to the Santa Martha Acatitla prison.Through a statement, the prosecution explained that enough evidence was gathered against these people, so the investigation folder was prosecuted.According to the authorities, the detainees are accused of attempted murder and criminal association, carrying weapons and cartridges, aggravated kidnapping, crimes against health and bribery.After the operation carried out by @SSC_CDMX in #Topilejo, 10 involved have already been admitted to #SantaMartha;4 people were released after the interviews of the 10 detainees who were in the safe house where drugs and high-powered firearms were secured.pic.twitter.com/OIJ2PyBYR2– Omar Garcia Harfuch (@OHarfuch) July 14, 2022Although initially there were 14 detainees, the authorities reported that four of them were released because they did not participate in the events."Four people were released as no elements were found that prove their possible participation in the events," it was indicated.This Tuesday, July 12, there was a confrontation between elements of the CDMX Citizen Security Secretariat with alleged members of the Sinaloa Cartel, south of the capital, at kilometer 28 of the Mexico-Cuernavaca highway, near Topilejo.Omar García Harfuch, head of the Citizen Security Secretariat, said that after the confrontation a building in San Andrés Totoltepec was identified where long weapons and drugs were seized.Inside the building, four people deprived of liberty were released, one of them with 20 days of captivity.Also seized were 10 long guns, including a .50 Barrett rifle and a machine gun, three handguns, 12 grenades, ballistic vests and 74 magazines.Something dreadful happened in Guadalajara, Mexico, 30 years ago.And, for Sonia Solórzano, it all started on the night of Tuesday, April 21, 1992.While brushing her teeth before going to bed, she noticed a smell of gasoline emanating from her faucet.She lived in the Atlas neighborhood, a few blocks from one of the main industrial areas of the city.She thought maybe there was a fuel leak from a factory."That night I didn't sleep because the smell was very, very strong, and it scared me," Sonia tells the BBC's Outlook program.But the next day, April 22, the smell had subsided.With a large cup of very black coffee she washed away the sleepless night, and she got ready to go to work.“I was 19 years old.I am the oldest of nine siblings.At that time she was already working in a law firm to help out at home”.Normally, Sonia would have been in the office at 9:00 in the morning.However, it was Easter.The office was empty, but it was her turn to man the reception."Since it was vacation, I didn't have a forced schedule to cover, so my idea was to arrive at 10:30."Being late for work was not the only fateful decision made that morning."My dad used to take me to work in his car, and he insisted on doing it, but I told him I was going by truck."It was an unusually hot day and, as she was not in a hurry, she let the first bus pass, as it was too full.It was shortly before 10 in the morning.She took the next bus, "and I went to the last seat."The driver did not start immediately because a woman insisted on paying for her ticket with old coins.“A passenger said: 'I pay', and the last thing I remember is seeing the lady hold out her hand and at the same time I felt a blow to the underside of the truck”.When Sonia regained consciousness, she had no idea of ​​the dimension of the disaster that had just occurred.“When I opened my eyes, it was as if the volume was slowly being turned up on the television.I began to hear screams, help, 'run him!', and even 'it's the end of the world, repent!'… a confusion of sounds”.A gasoline leak in Guadalajara's sewage system produced a series of devastating explosions, leveling 8 square kilometers of the city.Parks and streets turned into craters.Shops and houses were toppled like sandcastles battered by waves.Cars and trucks were scattered like leaves blown by the wind.Imagine the aftermath of a bombing followed by an earthquake.Two of the explosions occurred right under Sonia's bus, launching the vehicle full of passengers up into the air.“In the first explosion, the truck flew off the roof, and the other explosion blew us out again, and the truck fell on its side,” she recalls."We literally flew from corner to corner."“I thought: 'Am I dreaming?If not, what is going on here?'“Trying to straighten up I felt like something was poking my back.They stung us to force us to react if we were alive.And I began to hear voices that said: 'Yes, she is alive, she is moving', and they told me that above me there were 4 dead people."What I saw was disaster, dirt, blood, dust, body parts... worse than a war."“I started to scream, to ask for help, but nobody came to help us at that moment.”There was fear that the rubble would collapse further.However, someone heard Sonia's screams: a Red Cross rescuer got into the bus, which was embedded in a huge crater."As soon as he got on, we were terrified because the truck started to wobble."Finally, the rescuer approached her.“What was recorded in me about him is that he had a very disjointed face, he was very pale, scared, like he didn't believe what he was seeing either.But he told us to calm down.”"When he tried to rescue me, my legs did not respond to me and I felt very strong pain."They were caught on twisted metal rods, and since he had no tools, the rescuer began twisting and pulling them with his bare hands.“I remember that at all times he told me: 'For the love of God, don't open your eyes, trust me, don't be afraid.'“But my fear was that if he closed his eyes I was going to die… that he was going to stay there.He told her: 'don't leave me here'."At that moment, I heard someone yelling: 'Get away, you're going to step on people!' And I saw a skinny person with a camera."That skinny person was a tabloid photographer who captured the scene in a photo that would obsess and inspire Sonia for decades to come.After almost an hour trapped in the rubble, Sonia was finally freed by the lifeguard.“When they put me in the ambulance I clung to him because he gave me a lot of confidence because he had helped me, and he told me: 'You're going to be fine.I stay here because there are many people to rescue'.“I asked him: 'What happened?' And he calmly told me: 'The whole Atlas colony exploded, but you're alive.'“I thought of my mom and my brothers who stayed at home.I assumed that I was alone.I did nothing but cry."Sonia was taken to the nearest hospital, which was overwhelmed.Medical staff were overwhelmed by the hundreds of wounded and dying who lined the corridors and overflowed the hospital beds.Given the seriousness of Sonia's injuries, the doctors ordered her transfer to another hospital, with more supplies and staff.But all the ambulances were busy transporting victims from the disaster site.Finally, a volunteer offered to take her."The doctor rubbed my head at all times and told me: 'Don't worry, it's for your own good, the Lord will help you,' and I didn't understand why until I saw that they were going to transfer me in a carriage funeral."I told him: 'No, don't get on me... I don't want to die!'"Sonia was determined to stay conscious, with her eyes open and her mind active: for her, death was simply not an option."When I went into the operating room, the doctor told me: 'We are going to try to save your leg,' and I said: 'Save my life.'"After several hours of surgery, Sonia woke up alive and with her leg.Her relief was quickly replaced by her sadness at having lost her family…until a familiar silhouette appeared in the doorway.“My father always wore black.When I saw a person in black at the door, I screamed: 'Daddy, daddy!'“I don't know what I looked like, because he approached me and asked me three or four times: 'Flaca, is that you?'(Later he would tell me: 'You had death on your face, you were transparent... it wasn't you').“And I asked him: 'Is everyone okay?'and he told me yes”.COURTESY OF SONIA SOLÓRZANOHer father had spent the day looking for her in the city's morgues.Late at night he began looking for her in hospitals, resigned to the idea that the chances of finding her alive were slim to none."He wanted to grab her hand and I told him: 'I can't move it.'And I saw that he was freaked out because he couldn't move anything."The swelling in Sonia's collarbone, upper back area, shoulders and spine had caused complete paralysis.“There was a risk that I would be left with plant life.Nothing else moved my eyes and I could speak.”But Sonia knew that she had a second chance to live, and she took advantage of it.“At that moment I said: 'Blessed God that I was the only one in my family who had that experience and who saved me, because I saw people they couldn't save.How awful."Then I psyched myself up: come what may, I'm alive."She would endure more than 20 surgeries.Her rehabilitation was slow but steady.She went from being unable to move to using a wheelchair.Sometimes, her exhaustion and frustration hampered her optimism, until one day, she received a visit from a friend who asked her: “Did you see that you were in a magazine?You go out inside the truck”."I went into shock again: pretend that they had put me back on the truck."It was that picture the tabloid photographer took.In the image you can see Sonia on the ground, her head down as if she is in agony of pain, and to the left is the rescuer clinging to metal pipes and trying to keep his balance among the unstable debris.Since her back is turned and her face only appears in profile, her identification is difficult.“I told him: 'Someday I will meet him, first to say thank you, because I know that God allowed me to live, but if it wasn't for this man, I wouldn't be in the hospital.And to tell him that his words of encouragement echoed'.The photo bitterly reminded Sonia of her life before she boarded the bus on that fateful day.But, it also became an inspiration engine.“I have always said that it is true that the tragedy marked my life, it ended my dreams, but with the dreams of when I was young."But it also gave me another vision and allowed me to meet people with huge hearts."She was determined not to be defined by this image that showed her lying crippled and anguished.She knew that she had to get up, rebuild and redefine her life.Soon what had been impossible for her to conceive months before when she could only move her eyes and her mouth happened: she got up from the wheelchair.“That was when I got the chip that if I had managed to overcome those stages, I could advance further.So I told my father that he was going to go back to work.”But the fact that she alone could walk with the help of a brace became an obstacle.“I came to ask for a job with that big, crude and, yes, horrible device, and they told me: 'You know what?You do have the ability to work, you have the knowledge, but your image is not fit for work'.“They discriminated against me.In another place I was told that the uniform for women was miniskirts and I could not use the device.That's why they didn't give me a job."After all she'd been through, discrimination wasn't going to deter her.When she related the incident to her physical therapists, her empathy prevailed and she was offered a job.In addition to a job, she found love, and soon after she had two children.She had rebuilt her life.She had a family and a great sense of purpose, as an advocate for people with disabilities.Now, when she looked at the tabloid photo, she didn't focus on the image of her and me hurting her.She could fix her gaze on the rescuer who saved her.A sense of duty and an obsession of hers invaded her.She had to find him and thank him, even though the only thing she had was that blurry picture of her.Every April 22, the anniversary of the explosion, she began the day looking for the mysterious Red Cross volunteer.“I thought it was easier for me to locate myself on that date than on any other.She went to the Red Cross, showed the photo, asked about him, even left letters or something.“It was a constant that I was looking for him in one way or another, and I couldn't find him.But I said: 'Life and God mark the exact times for us'”.Life and God would ensure that the process was repeated for two and a half decades.“Prior to the 25th anniversary, I did what I always did: look for it.But that time I sent a message through social networks.”"Suddenly one day, a colleague from the Red Cross sent me a photo and asked me: 'Do you know this guy?'" says Pablo Carrera, an engineer, experienced paramedic and Red Cross volunteer rescuer.“And I told him: 'Don't be foolish!That guy is me.Who else?I am unmistakable.'”Pablo clearly remembers that Holy Week of 1992.At 10:05 on the morning of the explosion, she was enjoying her vacation and going to breakfast."I used to go to the center with my wife on Wednesdays, and on the way to where we were going I heard many sounds of sirens."However, he was distracted by the sounds of his empty stomach.But when he got to the restaurant and found out what had happened, that hungry stomach immediately turned over.He ran off to the Red Cross.As soon as he reached the parking lot, one of his colleagues told him: “Commander, get in the ambulance” and they went to the disaster area.“There was still a dense ground cloud.The street was completely destroyed, as if there had been a bombing.There were people trapped and we began to do our job.”Cries for help came from all directions, but for some reason it was the voice of a young girl, Sonia, that caught his attention.“The truck was at the bottom of a ravine.No one wanted to get involved, until I arrived and got involved.“I remember perfectly that I entered through the back.“The truth is that it did scare me, because the irons moved.I am not Superman, because Superman is the man of steel and I am flesh and blood.“I saw Sonia and I told her: 'Calm down, don't cry, close your eyes, we'll get you out right now.'But I remember that it cost me a lot of work.Sonia was the last survivor evacuated from the wreckage of the bus.After sending her to the hospital, Pablo would go on to help dozens of other victims, for another three days in a row.The explosions in Guadalajara left more than 200 dead, although some estimates put the number at least 1,000.Countless homes and businesses were destroyed;the damage cost millions of dollars.Although Sonia spent years engrossed in that photo of the rescue scene, Pablo had never seen it, so when her colleague showed it to him, she didn't understand why."During the 25 years that she was looking for me, I never found out."Shortly after, Sonia received a message from the Red Cross.“He would say: 'Sonia, we already found the rescuer.Would you like to meet him?'…Of course I would!”April 21, 2017, on the eve of the 25th anniversary of the gas explosions, was a sunny and unusually hot day, just as it was on that fateful day in 1992.Sonia was on her way to finally reunite with the man who saved her life.She brought him three white roses, for the living people she rescued, and a red one, "on behalf of all the blood that was spilled and all the people she rescued but she was already dead."Pablo: “I saw this lady approach, with a bouquet of flowers, and as soon as I saw her… I remember and it gives me feeling.She hugged me and the first thing I asked her was: 'Do you remember me?', and she said: 'Yes'”.Sonia: “I heard her voice again inside the truck saying 'calm down', 'I'm going to help you'… everything.We hugged each other, and I really couldn't stand it, I cried, I cried, I cried."Pablo: “It was exceptional, it was something unprecedented.It was very rare for me.It's just that I never imagined it.Well, all my classmates did the same, no more than I had that challenge, for some reason, God decided it that way.Sonia: “I demanded: 'Where were you!I've been looking for you'.And he said to me: 'Here, I have never left.'“It was something so emotional, so beautiful.The fact that you can say to those people: 'Thank you.See me, I'm alive, I have children.If you hadn't come, I wouldn't be here.'”Pablo: “I am very pleased, because I see Sonia, a complete woman, and we were able to give her a second chance so that she could develop.And she makes me happy because she encourages me to continue with my work of helping people, which is what I like.“My father used to say, what you sow today, you will reap tomorrow”.Sonia: “The tragedy marked a before and after in my life, and it continues to mark me because the scars on my body and my disability are there.“But I learned to never reproach what I have to live.Never wonder why me.Ask yourself what for."* This article is an adaptation of the episode “Who was the stranger who saved my life?”from the BBC World Service Outlook series.Remember that you can receive notifications from BBC Mundo.Download the new version of our app and activate it so you don't miss out on our best content.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeU0dpGZPZ8&t=13sWe are processing your membership, please be patient, this process may take up to two minutes.