This is my last night in Haiti…as long as everything goes to plan that is. Tomorrow I fly from here to santa Domingo and from there to London, tho that’ll be very late in the evening and I won’t get to London until well in to the next day. I’ve got to then spend a day or two debriefing with the Red Cross, which is to say telling the all the things I’ve been telling you…and probably a few more, and then getting myself checked out to see if I have any dodgy diseases…there’s always a risk of that in places like this…beter safe than sorry!
So I thought I’d give you an insight in to life in one of the camps, Auto Mecca. If I get time I’ll try to tell you some things about the rest of haiti that I managed to see, and finally, though not right now, I’ll tell you about la Piste…but that will have to wait for all sorts of reasons.
Where people live.
As I have said Auto Mecca has approximately 15,000 inhabitants. They come from many different parts of Porte Au Prince and are of many different social classes. All are cramped together with little or no space between them and certainly no privacy.
If they are lucky, these people have received a cover of plastic sheeting. I say lucky as this gives them more chance of protecting themselves from their however several do not even have that and will struggle living beneath cardboard, bits of plastic and corregated iron sheeting.
The insides of their homes, as this is generally where thay are now having to call home, is a mangle of rags and bags. Pieces of torn material, a curtain here, or a length of clothe there. Things they have scavenged or saved from their destroyed homes. As yet they have no mosquito nets as these have not been distributed yet, even given the proximity of the rainy season.
A man’s home is his castle.
However having said this, don’t think for an instant that this means that people do not do their utmost to try to keep their homes and their local environment clean. There isn’t a house you go in where mothers or children aren’t washing, sweeping, cleaning and tidying. In short doing their utmost to retain cleanliness and dignity despite these simply attrocious conditions. Doors are formed out of whatever is available, pictures cut from magazines bedeck flimsey walls, shreds of materials provide a semblence of colour and homeliness.
People and work.
Women at work...this time washing. Can you see anything else they might be doing?
Obviously women bear the brunt of this, especially around the home. They and children will collect water, wash clothes, cook and find food and charcole, care for the children and of course, keep the house clean.
You might wonder what men do…well that’s probably a good question!
Selling Food.
It’s usual for us to have many, many people come up to us daily, asking for work. Recently though we’ve had more and more asking for food. My fear is that the scarce resources that have enabled people to survive to this point, that they have saved, borrowed or possibly stolen previously, are depleating. I suspect that people are beginning to go with fewer meals and that we may see the beginings of malnutrition very soon.
Special Pedicure.
Snake Man.
Then, when he’d gotten his crowd he brought out his potions which were cures for skin problems and were, he claimed, made from the venom of the snake. You took the small ampule and rubbed it on the effected area.
As I discovered whilst working looking at health seeking behaviour in haiti, or where people people go if they are sick, traditional healers play a significant role in the health care of the population. We identified 3 in Auto Mecca, though I didn’t get to meet any..other than this chap.
Traditional beliefs are very strong, infact there is the Boco, who are traditional priests, Voodoo priests, who, for certain illnesses intern a person in the ground for 3 days!!
Umm, not sure I fancy that one myself!
Services Provided in the Camp.
Camp Clinic.
In developing countries, illness is a real issue. It’s amazing, but even though I worked for child focussed agencies (SCF) before, I didn’t really consider the very special needs of very young children before you came along. But now I can’t imagine how young children and their parents cope.
Disease and illness is everywhere, no matter how hard we try to prevent it and the distress it causes is terrible. I was in a hospital in this camp just the other day and saw a young child screaming in pain, doctors, nurses and his mother doing their best to comfort him. But he kept screaming and curling his body. I couldn’t help it, I just started crying thinking of you in a similar position. I hope it never comes to that.
Latrine Cleaner.
In a camp of 15,000 her and her teams ensure that the toilets are spotless and she does an excellent job. I only wish we could have gotten so far in la Piste.
One of our clean up teams.
Oh and by the way, in the background you can see a school put up by UNICEF. Of course it’s essential to not only keep you young kids educated, but also off the streets…there are thousands of you in the camps, certainly more of you than there are adults.
Lots of rubbish.
water Collection.
As I said before, collecting water is usually the job of women and children and as the saying goes, without water there is no life. The same is true in the camps. One of the first things we have to out in are water points. These are essential for washing, cooking, cleaning and of course drinking. Depending on the camps water can be accessed at specific times, to avoid congestion all day, or it can be available 24/7.
Whatever happens, you have to get water to populations. This can be through filling huge bladders or tanks, or by trucking it in daily…often it’s a mix of the two. And of course you have to treat it and ensure it doesn’t get contaminated at any point before it’s used…that’s really difficult.
Living and Passtimes.
Guys Playing Cards.
Other than that people who can read, or if they can’t, listen to stories, books, the bible or the news paper. There’s always music, beit from a radio or a set of tin drums or a crackly cd player.
Children.
Children playing football.
Children washing.
Mother and daughter building a house.
Girls on a bike.
I’ve finished my work in Auto Mecca now, and to be honest, I’d say the lot of the population is very, very precarious. The rains will come and there will be rivers of mud. Mosquitoes will take their toll and people will slip deeper and deeper in to poverty and possibly despair. We’ve tried to do our best, it’s yet to be seen if it will be any where near enough. Somehow I doubt it myself.
Yup, my boy, we are certainly lucky.
Can’t wait to see you!
Big Kiss xxxxx


