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1.One acre, one small miracle
ERACHI, India — The plot sits across from barren sugarcane fields and behind this small village in the southern Indian state of Tamil Nadu. Just one acre of sandy dirt, it probably never gets a second glance. But for 65-year-old Kasiammal Karuppasamy, it’s a small miracle.
“I’ve worked the land my whole life,” says the stern, bowlegged woman in her native Tamil. “But I was always a kuli,” she says, meaning she has spent her life as one of India’s 340 million lan...
Laura Conteh didn’t know what war sounded like until the night it engulfed her life. She was 12, and although her tiny west African nation of Sierra Leone had been submerged in bloody strife since 1991, the fighting hadn’t yet reached her small village of Binkolo. So when the gunshots and the crackle of thatched roofs on fire began, Laura said, ‘my older sister was the only one who understood that the rebels had arrived.’
‘We didn’t have time to pack anything,’ Laura, now 27, said of t...
HAVANA — Old computer processors whirred and paint crumbled from the walls in the National Prognostic Center of Cuba’sMeteorological Institute, set on a rise above Havana’s old city. Half a dozen meteorologists shifted their gaze between satellite images on large video screens and a giant overhead map of the United States.
They monitor the region’s weather every day, but their gaze grows especially intense in hurricane season. As the center’s director, José Rubiera, explained, almost every hurr...
On Aug. 16, 2006, 82 immigrants stood handcuffed in front of a New Orleans federal courthouse. They weren't on trial, but rather launching a suit against their employer, Decatur Hotels, and its owner, local magnate F. Patrick Quinn III. Brought to the U.S. to fill post-Katrina vacancies, the guest workers claim that their pre-signed contracts are all but fiction, and they are demanding compensation. The handcuffs — along with enlarged copies of their visa papers strung around their necks — were ...
The tattered tents, once white, are now the color of sand. Sunlight pokes through the burlap bags hanging from wooden posts into the areas that used to serve as makeshift shade. The children’s scribbles on the overflow metal housing containers that line the dusty lot have begun to fade.
Mali’s main displacement camp in the town of Sevaré and which housed close to 600 people during the country’s civil crisis from 2012 to 2013, is a shell of its former self.
But not everyone is…
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