"PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti Arckela Dorvil carefully lifted his teenage sister from the road, practically holding his breath, trying desperately not to aggravate her wounded right side. He climbed into the back of a truck called Love Divine. Arcahaie, Arcahaie, shouted one of the men, announcing the destination. Dlo, dlo, said another in Creole, selling water for the trip.
"The other passengers waited. Normally, they would be scrambling for seats, but this time they held back. They all knew where the Dorvils were coming from. They all knew where they were going. Out, away from the destruction, the water shortages, the rancid stench of death, and back to the pastoral countryside where family and food were more plentiful."