The Langurbura camp.
Grandmother with baby.
The camp school
We asked a young girl what she would wish for. She replied: "Just a home." She is one of three teenagers two sisters and a siser-in-law out of eight
people in the tent.
Lagubura, just outside earthquake epicentre of Muzaffarabad, row upon row of flimsy cotton tents are all that is between the freezing cold of winter and
death. Most of the tents are useless.
It is a race against time that looks like being lost.
We hear stories of a child missing for days. We have no ay of knowing if it is true. But nothing surprises us now.
Further along at one end of the camp three open air classrooms are in progress for the camps children. This is a vitaly important service for the kids who have lost their homes and in some cases their familys. The school keeps them engaged, gives them a daily challenge and a routine. Helps them recover from the trauma that many of them are suffering. The classes will end as soon as the snow begins in a few days time.
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Tash Truner (words) GS (pictures)