Life in the Refugee Camps outside Goma, Congo seems, to me, to be a blur of endless need, coupled with a certain resignation that this is the way it is going to be, while the various political factions work out their differences and deeds.
I changed this picture from its grim black and white and tried adding some color...as if that might change the subject or tone...but dressing up a bad situation doesn't change a thing...the eyes speak louder than the background colors...
This little guy was cold and hungry and alone outside his tent. The tent he is assigned to has 140 people living in it and I feel like he just came out here to get away from the set of problems inside the tent. When I left the camp he was huddled in the exact same place...in the exact same squatting stupor.
Looking out, but at what? I don't know...
In this tent...where you sit...is where you eat...is where you sleep...is where you live...is where you play...is where you dream, if you can, in all the commotion.
At this camp, OXFAM(www.oxfam.org) supplies the water and gathering the daily water is a task of the children.
In this tent...where you sit...is where you eat...is where you sleep...is where you live...is where you play...is where you dream, if you can, in all the commotion.
At this camp, OXFAM(www.oxfam.org) supplies the water and gathering the daily water is a task of the children.
