Thursday, September 1, 2011 – Globe and Mail
ANNA MEHLER PAPERNY
As Richard Adamiak sought refuge, the choking cloud of dust came in with him.
“It was coating everything. It was getting everywhere,” he recalls. “But it was better than being out on the street, breathing it.”
Even within the sanctuary of the deli, it was almost impossible to draw a breath.
“Your mouth felt like someone took a bag of powdered concrete and threw it in.”