Month

May 2015
I close my scarred eyes, having seen too much destruction, pain and terror, hoping to erase the days images, begging for the nightmares to stay away and praying that all of this is a dream.   I am desperate for unconsciousness.   But like whenever you need sleep to overcome you; it stays hidden.  It...
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After a while, it hurts too much to take any more photos of the destruction. The gravity of what I was looking at suddenly dawns on me.  The rubble in front of me are peoples entire worlds; their homes, their livelihoods. It was supposed to be their safe place. I realise that I am documenting...
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With every tremor and aftershock, over the next five hours, when all the locals would scream and go into a full-blown panic, I stuck to my rule. I held the tears at bay when I looked into the villagers’ eyes and all I could see was fear, pain and uncertainty and I could offer them...
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Once I passed through the threshold of the building, the first person I see is Tim, one of my team members. He is standing by the doorway, moving from one foot to other, backwards and forwards. It’s hard to tell if he is trying to surf the waves of the earth, run back inside or...
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Without wanting to accidently stand on this boys’ seeming lifeless legs I have to wait a moment at the top of the stairs.
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April 25 2015 This is so difficult to write about. How can I accurately portray the crumbling building, the screaming children, the stampede of people, the terror, the deafening cracks of the earth, the grinding of the earth’s plates, the moments of absolute chaos as Nepali people search for family members. I was collecting my...
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