Going out from the darkest tunnel (for English speaking people)

The tragedies, like the train going much faster than the allowed speed, in Santiago, unfortunately occur. You realize your own impotence to describe the accident, as the images of the impotence of the train, unable to make the turn at that speed. Many dead people, wounded, broken families, lives altered dramatically and ... hope. 

Furthermore, it becomes an exhaustive media presence. Much time and effort to cover what they call information. Everyone who writes / is invited to a TV show / is on a set, is doing an intensive course on the High Speed procedures. Security, automatic controls, policy, investment, infrastructure, everything is touched; very few explained it well.
How are the citizen affected? Is there such a demand of bad information?

I see only two points clear. The suffering of the victims who are left here to continue living, how helping them ? And the lessons to avoid a repetition, although other accidents are likely to occur.

Technicians / researchers / experts / judges will contribute to sentencing. Social networks are filled of condolences, the twitter of the very famous people is mourning.
Do we feel more now? How should we react? What a child sees?

I remember years ago I had to use the train, the  Spanish Talgo, during the weekends. To avoid the car, means much more insecure. The route had many frequencies. That day I took one, but in the previous train there was a fatal accident in two of the cars. The train wreck could have been mine. Of course, not on the same scale as that of Santiago. However people dead and each single death counts, for the suffering relatives (and lest not forget the wounded). Talking about the dead is simpler, usually all good things, but the one who remain here have to go on.

The road was closed for a while. We jumped on a bus. We arrived at dawn between naps, music and conversations, with stops to go to the bathroom and drink coffee. As in "It Happened One Night",  wonderful Mr. Capra film, without glamor, Colbert or Gable .

There was talking about people going in the wreck train, acquaintances, youth, children, talkings of tragedy, of fortune. I do not know what to say. Impotence.
We were saved. People wanted to talk. It appeared an old man next to me at the coffee line. He said to me:

-Boy, life goes on, what you have done to save you?
And he vanishes. Probably he would prefer to drink water to stay awake.