An Argentinian woman faints and falls off a platform under a moving train in a shocking video but miraculously survives.

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An Argentinian woman faints and falls off a platform under a moving train in a shocking video but miraculously survives.



In a shocking incident, a woman fainted and fell under a moving train in Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina. However, she cheated death by mere seconds and was rescued from the railway tracks after the security rushed to the spot. The video of the incident has now surfaced on the internet and it is a horrifying watch.



The clip shows the woman, later identified as Candela, standing on the platform as a train enters the station. A few seconds into the video, she can be seen losing her balance and stumbling under the moving train. The other commuters present at the place were seen rushing to the spot after being shocked momentarily.



Thankfully, Candela was rescued from the tracks alive. She was then taken for treatment in a wheelchair. According to DailyMail, Candela told an Argentinean TV channel that she didn't know how she was still alive. The shocked woman also added that she was still trying to make sense of it all.


An eye-witness present at the site described the situation as a miracle. “This girl has been reborn,” they told the TV channel.

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