The refuge seems to be getting more and more uninhabitable as the week progresses. Piper’s sobbing awoke me this morning, but I was able to put her back to sleep after cuddling with her for a while. She and Thomas, my eldest son, really need the rest due to their sleeplessness for the past few days. I made my way through the heaps of people. What used to be Paradise Beach Club, is now a shelter for hundreds of homeless and worn out souls. There are mounds of people everywhere: families, lost children, the elderly. There are old, young, sick, healthy, once rich, always poor. We are all the same, a ragged heap of humans without a goal. I exit the building and head to China Beach.
The beach wasn't as crowded as I had expected it to be. I guess people were still tired from all the work from Monday. I remembered for a moment the long line of newcomers, how we had spent long hours completing relocation paperwork and also trying to tend to the sick. At the beach today, I had to meet up with the mayor before looking for some breakfast, since more and more people were arriving at the refuge and it would soon be full. We talked for around ten minutes, which was a relatively small amount of time taking into account that I am his secretary. He looked awfully tired, as if he hadn't slept for days, and he wasn't the only one. Running this place is killing us all. I suggested that he rest as much as he could, leaving me in charge. He walked away from me, in a defeated sort of pace and I went back to check on my children. They were already awake by the time I arrived, so I took them with me to look for food at a nearby forest. We would find something, if we were lucky enough. I am hopeful that these troublesome times will come to an end.
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