I started the day by descending the hill to the market from the "compound" (my term for the dwellings behind a very large gate that shelter four households). My companion was a freelance journalist who was on a mission to find breakfast (le petit dejeuner in French, kolasyon or dejne in Creole) for his significant other and himself. He's done work for Free Speech Radio. On the way Ansel asked me if I had been to Haiti before. I told him how I had almost bracketed Haiti in travels to Santiago and Guantanamo in Eastern Cuba and to Puerto Rico.
Here's the view from the roof of my apartment building:
Tonight, I've been listening to snippets fo conversations between an NPR reporter and a guest at his table. On a day of running in the ruins, the media representatives are almost as prevalent in Port-au-Prince as the aid organizations. More in the next blog.