Walls blackened by smoke, the faint crackle of dying embers, abandoned corpses, neighborhoods emptied after gang assaults, the suffocating fear of death, desperate escapes with nothing more than a bundle for luggage—this is the fabric of life for many in Port-au-Prince, the capital of Haiti.
Yesterday it was Solino. Today it is Nazon. As Frantz Duval, editor-in-chief of Le Nouvelliste, wrote this week, Port-au-Prince is shrinking. Lives crumble overnight like a house of cards. According to the UN, 85% of the capital
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