While we were with the kids in
Carrefour (suburb of Port
au Prince) we spent most of the time at the hotel. We would spend about 4 hours a day in the pool and the rest of the day r
eading books, playing etc... After a few days we all needed to get out so we had my Haitian friend Jean
Sonel take us for a walk to see another family that I had meet on a previous trip. The wife "works" selling old Salvation Army clothes like hundreds of other
women along the side of the road. The husband is absent, the
wife's name is Jeanette. We went to her abode a 15x15 concrete
encloser connected to dozens and dozens just like it. They have one opening, the doorway without a door only a sheet hangs over it, no back door or windows just concrete on all four walls and a concrete
ceiling and floor. Ventilation is nil and the heat is
stifling. They share a "bathroom" with their neighbors,which is a hole in the ground, with a sheet propped up around it. Six people live their lives in this "house" that is about the size of my
kitchen. After talking for a few minutes catching up on family reports Jeanette told us how
embarrassed she was that she did not have anything to offer us, we were
embarrassed that she even felt that she needed to. Her life is not unlike millions of other Haitians.
The following is a video from her door back all th way out onto the street. You can kind of get a sense of the maze of humanity and level of poverty that lives in the Port
au Prince area.