In a crowded city, Asher Vongtau of Nigerian descent was completely alone, trapped in a space barely wider than a shoe box after plummeting perhaps 30 metres into the tiny crevice between two buildings in Manhattan. His skull was fractured, one arm was broken and he had a collapsed lung. But he was alive. Still, as day turned to night and back to day again, there was one urgent question: Would help arrive in time?
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