Hope survives in the cities of cardboard and cloth
IN THE refugee camps that bulge from Port-au-Prince's cracked surface, it is not always the fittest who survive. Those who live are those who adapted quickest to the horrors of a city blighted by natural disaster. Those who managed to keep going in a city of tarpaulin, cardboard and corrugated iron while they waited for the promised help to arrive.
Except in Camp Toto, help did not arrive. While aid agencies were scaling down their missions and news crews pulled out of the nearby international airport, this open sore on a crumbling hillside lay lonely and forgotten.
It was almost 100 days after the January 12 earthquake that volunteers from the Irish charity Haven Partnership stumbled upon Camp Toto.