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Nobody noticed her except me. As if she came only to let me know: I am. This happened while we were painting their nails. Eight Makua women and us two. And children, it is not known whether theirs or their neighbors. A lot of kids. Bowls of water, towels, soaps. It smelled there like dust, […]

Paper house

House made from cardboard boxes. We build them for our children to play they are adults. We found one in the area we live. But it’s not a toy, it’s someone’s home. And everything they have. A married couple with seven children live there, another family of internally displaced people. A roof made from a […]