First we took a speedboat, then motorbikes, flying through the jungle at astonishing speed - avoiding limbs, branches and other debris. Once the jungle was too thick to continue, we carried forward on foot.
Mounds of dirt lined the path, recently buried bodies, the soil still fresh, some barely covered with leaves. The government has not been here yet, nor have any aid organizations. People are truly desperate. Some have had no food for days. Others are too stricken with grief to eat at all.
Before we get there, we hear the wailing and cries of Mujibar Praham, a farmer who is burying his six-year-old daughter -- in his own field. Read full article »