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A wall of metal came out of nowhere. In seconds, an ordinary commute on the Mexico-Querétaro

Highway turned into a scene of pure chaos and screams. Drivers slammed their brakes. Some didn’t make it.

A trailer, unable to stop, crushed into car after car, blocking every lane, trapping families, and leaving witnesses frozen in horri… Continues…

On that November morning in Huehuetoca, the highway felt almost routine—until it wasn’t. A trailer, reportedly unable to brake in time,

plowed into several vehicles, twisting metal and glass into a violent barricade across all three north–south lanes. In an instant,

movement stopped, and so did any sense of safety for the people trapped inside their cars.

Witnesses rushed from their vehicles, some barefoot on the asphalt,

calling out names, dialing emergency numbers with shaking hands,

searching for signs of life through shattered windows.

Sirens eventually broke through the stunned

silence as authorities and paramedics fought the clock to clear the way and reach the injured.

Traffic stretched for kilometers, a long, unmoving line of drivers forced to confront how quickly everything can change.

The road reopened hours later, but for those who lived it, that moment will not easily fade.

 

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