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Child in Nepal 2

Child in Nepal 2

Nepal, may-june 2015

I met Manita in the District Hospital in one of the provinces affected by the earthquake in Nepal. Hospital is actually a big word, since most of the buildings were badly damaged and it was no longer safe to use them. Aid agencies had set up tents, where makeshift accommodation and reatment rooms are arranged.

Together with her father and her pregnant mother Manita stayed, since a week, in one of these tents. A medical team with a helicopter that reached out to villages, met her mother with a breech presentation. Without adequate medical assistance this would almost certainly have been fatal for mother and child. Therefore, the family was evacuated, with the helicopter, to the District Hospital, where one of these days a sibling of Manita could be born.

Without helicopter these people had to walk for ten days to get to the hospital. Residents of remote villages actually do walk for days, spending night in tents along the road (actually path is the better word). After the shock of the earthquake, the flight with the helicopter was again frightening for Manita; her father held his hands protectively in front of her eyes. Fear and terror had paralyzed her and largely expelled the fun out of her young life. As a helicopter flew over, or when an aftershock occured, she cried, with panic in her eyes, she looked around, not knowing what was going on and where to seek refuge.

E. is a nurse with the aid organization where I also work, assisting the earthquake victims at the hospital. Apart from nursing as such, this also means paying attention, sympathy and support for people who have lost their homes and who are
waiting in the tents for what is coming. She visits Manita daily, cuddles her and occasionally buys something nice for her. Slowly, this girl regained her confidence in the world and the people. And then the following occurs. E. takes a stick with lip balm from her purse. And, as if it is genetically defined, Manita does automatically what all girls do: she pucker her lips, and then presses them to spread the applied balm. Nice to see how apparently simple things in life continue.