Tomas is approaching.
The hurricane is predicted to hit Haiti by Friday. I called my friend Mariot in Port-au-Prince. “Are you OK? What about your family? Are you still living under a tent?”
“No,” he said. They were living with his aunt in Delmas. He had resisted concrete walls until now. What were they to do?
“It’s crazy,” he said. “People have nowhere to go. There is cholera everywhere.”
How do you survive a hurricane when all you have is plastic sheeting for a home?
My heart is breaking. Again. For Haiti.
Evil Reporter Chick 