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    Posted April 12, 2010 by
    bobbymoon
    Location
    Jacmel, Haiti
    Assignment
    Assignment
    This iReport is part of an assignment:
    Haiti earthquake aftermath

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    Day Five: Jacmel

     

    CNN PRODUCER NOTE     bobbymoon spent eight days in Haiti with Somos Amigos Medical Missions.
    - hhanks, CNN iReport producer

    With the help of a hired motorcycle, we were determined to dig deeper into the remains of Jacmel. A boy carrying water and wearing an Obama t-shirt caught our eyes and suggested we follow him down a street completely impassable to cars because of the piles of debris. We entered a small courtyard where there once stood several homes. We met the boy’s mother, Dafne, and his three siblings, all younger. In the courtyard there were other women and many young children, but no men were present. Oblivious to any sense of modesty, Dafne lifted her tattered shirt several times to wipe away tears as she recalled the earthquake. Her husband and the father of her children died in spot near where we sat, a spot marked only by fallen blocks and twisted rebar. The only clothes Dafne and her children now owned were what they were wearing; her son’s Obama shirt offered imaginary passage to another world they would never know. As she wept and recounted the twenty seconds that changed her world, the other women and children gathered around. Some of the adolescents turned their heads and feigned smiles in embarrassment. The other women clutched the younger children as if to reassure. They too had relived that day many times. Apart from the sobbing, the silence was painfully loud. In this small courtyard, 27 people died. They were husbands and fathers, mothers and wives. Children. And one could only imagine the horrific sounds that broke the silence on that day. Surely not all 27 died instantly, although perhaps that would have been a blessing. The screams of agony and helplessness, the cries of loss and surrender echoed around us. Dafne and her children and neighbors still hear those sounds as if January 12 were yesterday. Outside of town a beautiful blooming flower confused senses in the spot where a tourist hotel once stood. The dead had already been removed from the scene, but death was still present here too. At the end of the day the children on the beach reminded us that the sea breeze also breathes life.

     

    Eight Days in Haiti
    Somos Amigos

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