Coming up on the end of my 6-week reporting trip to Haiti, I’m trying to figure out how to come back and how to keep this site alive. It can’t work if I’m out gathering information, even worse if I have infrequent Internet access. That was to be the topic of this post but then, last night, it rained. Rain should be the most blessed thing in a land where sweat beads three minutes after stepping out of the shower. It ain’t.
One morning after a hard rain a couple of weeks ago, I emailed one of my sources in Tapis Rouge (not the same camp shown in these pictures) asking her to explain what it’s like to live in a tent while it rains. And I don’t mean the lazy dazy kind. When I’d asked for her email address the day before, she said that she checked it once a week at a cyber cafe more than an hour’s walk away from the camp. I wasn’t sure I’d get a response but I did:
lapli a te vreman panike nou.nou te pase you bon pati nan nwit la debou .epi nou te tann dlo a bese pou ranje tapi pou n donmi .mwen ak fanmy m nap viv ak anpil espwa nan ke nou paske nou kwe nan Bondye . … mpanse diw tout mesi paske w panse avem.msalye ak fanmy w m espere nou kenbe kontak…..olivia.