
Irritated by our presence, the guard swatted us off the entrance gate with his baton, his face ugly with anger. A certain canteen beside the black gate, Makeshift, first gave us accommodation before its owner evicted us. Mama-Put, behind five large coolers placed on a table, stood dishing out nutrition: white spaghetti, whiter rice, […]
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