Torn to Shreds
This is what the kitchen looks like after the storm.
It’s such a shame to see people living like this. Once the storm hit, I moved myself into town as I felt my safety was at risk, but I’ve returned to the school everyday to check up and have meetings with Sova about what we can do about this new problem.
Having stayed in this school for weeks at a time, I can now see how tough things can get for the people living there. The students and teachers do their best to pull their weight around, helping to build, cook and help raise the younger kids.
The conditions can get so rough. The students sleep on the floors of the dorms and wake up to study each day.
After the storm struck the other afternoon, I began to re-evaluate whether or not this was a safe place for me to be staying at the moment. There is a line you must draw sometimes, and this was it.
I really began to feel for the people of the school after the storm. I realised how much struggle goes on in there. Everyone works so hard to make it all work for the students. It’s a lifestyle of bare necessity for the sake of helping underprivileged students get out of the poverty cycle as much as possible.
It wasn’t until after my stay in this commune was when I realised, shit this is no way for people to live. I probably romanticised the whole experience a little too much while I was living there. Plus, it was only during the later days of my stay was when I realised the true reality of this kind of living and it can be quite confronting.