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Sheltering Nepal’s most vulnerable
feel an urge to talk to her before we go. My colleague tells me her name is Dolma, and that she’s deaf. I approach her, hoping to communicate my care. The shack where she sits is on a slope; it is held upright with reeds, bamboo, and plastic bags. I hope it houses animals but I don’t see any livestock around.
The day the earth shook
I approach Dolma and she welcomes me into the shack. The single room holds a mat, a bed, and clothes piled on a plastic sheet. It is smoky from the fire burning inside and simultaneously damp from the leaking roof. She holds my hand and sits with me in what I now realize is her home. Before the earthquake, she and her husband Sarmalal lived in a small house. When the quake destroyed it, they moved into their animal shed.
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