29/64 - Dumping Rubbish

I walked through the camp from morning until night. Taking in the sights, sounds and smells of this labyrinth type refugee camp. I met some people who spoke enough English to tell me of the crime and corruption that goes on there. From stories of rape, which go unpunished to the poor quality rice they have to live on. The seeming lack of publicity or aid they seem to receive. And for some, after twentyfive years they have given up hope.