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Church-Church by Mike Nagel on 6/14/2010

Ktadb, one of the hundreds of tent cities in Port au Prince, is at once the poorest place I've been, as well as the richest. It's an ugly, sad place filled with beauty and joy. This community of 3,500 should be drowning in despair, but instead, there is faith.
When my AIM team arrived, four and a half months had passed since the January 12thearthquake. As far as we knew, no one had been to Ktadb to distribute supplies during that time. There were almost 600 shelters there, but not a single tent or any tarps in sight. All of the shelters were built with sticks lashed together and covered with whatever cloth was available: sheets, tablecloths, even old pants or skirts stitched together. Lucky families got to sleep on piles of broken cinderblocks. Those less fortunate slept on cardboard or right on the dirt that quickly turns to mud during the rainy season.
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