Flow

People in the refugee camp wait patiently for the container to fill with water. They are not sure which is less contaminated – tap water or the bottles airdropped in camps – but survival is a challenge. They need to keep body and soul together.

The lady behind me is the mother of celebrity sons. She had complained that the road leading to her house is not good enough for her son’s Lamborghini to drive in. The house and road are all submerged in water today – like her ego which took a beating.

Disasters are a big leveller, just like flowing water.

 

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