They’ve lost everything. Literally so.
Their houses, cattle, children, parents, and everything else that makes up a home.
They’re digging up their stored rice and food stuff only to find it’s turned brownish and fungi coated.
They live under plastic sheets on a narrow pathway that’s between 3-8 feet wide.
They can see their dead cattle float around the place.
They are living with hordes, unimaginable hordes of mosquitoes, that are fast multiplying in the stagnant waters inside the village, in which everything else rots.
They are all in the grip of dysentery and heading towards a malaria breakout.
They have a harsh- really harsh – sun beating down on them which coupled with the saline water is sprouting blisters on their skin.
They were patient; nobody snatched anything from me; they offered all the labour that they could to help us out and listened patiently to us.
They did not cry - not one person in the 3 villages that we could manage to touch - shed a single tear.
The accompanying pics speak of the utter misery and need for all possible assistance.
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