Very Full Days
After getting back from the camp, the sky became extremely dark, with thick clouds moving over us. A little later, it started to rain. We’re lucky that our little huts have a good roof, insulated with UNHCR green sheeting. We have continued to get wave after wave of bugs, all shapes and sizes—crawling kind, jumping kind, flying kind—they keep coming at us in this little hut. It still feels like home, with the three of us on computers, and cameras and other gadgets all over the place. It’s hard not to trip on one chord or another.
It is so nice to have Yuen Lin with us. Besides being a great guy with a hilarious, although quiet, sense of humor, there is not a tech problem he hasn’t been able to handle, from all that we’ve thrown at him. He even found Connie’s lost Day 4 Journal, saving her from having to type it all over again. With her slow, slow typing, that would have been a couple of hours of extra work. Connie loves YL right now :)
Day 4 was a full day at a camp. We check in through the multiple layers of registrations, as Connie described on her Journal yesterday, but after that we walk and make it through the camp on our own and not the part of a tour. The people we meet have no idea that we’re coming, and we usually catch them as they make it through their normal routine: women building their fences, braiding each other’s hair, or preparing a meal. As everyone notices when watching the videos, there are very few men in the camps. If we notice it with our eyes, I wonder how the hearts and souls of these survivors experience that void.
Back at our home-base, our little hut full of machines, we get to work. We write, download pictures and video, and we make sure everything is ready to go for the next day. The editing takes me hours—long hours. I have to download all the footage taped at the camp, and this is downloaded in real time. As it comes down, I look and make notes about what I might want to use for the day’s i-ACT clip. It is quite a challenge to decide what to pick. I wish I could share every child’s face with you.
We go to sleep late at night, and it’s actually more like early in the morning. YL fell asleep in his chair, with his head resting in his arms over his computer. As I was shutting my MacBook, YL was waking up and starting to type away, as fast as Connie is slow, as if he did not miss a beat during his sleep.
If you find a face that you like from Day 4, please do at least one thing for him or her today. Take at least one action that might help them go home. Do it as if that face belonged to someone whom you love dearly. I’m pretty sure that you don’t even have to pretend. It’s impossible not to love these faces and the people behind them.