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Port-au-Prince – After struggling with the BGAN [satellite modem] to try and upload that first blog it was time to try to sleep.
While waiting for the files to travel up to the stars (super slow tonight, 45 minute upload) I found Tony and Paul (Nadine’s crew) tasting local beers they just proudly had scored who knows where. This is a welcome treat as one always has to get introduced to local taste on the first night. I can understand them being very thirsty after spending the day running around with the heavy cameras and mic booms.
These two amaze me as I watch them run from interview to interview, get every shot possible or jumping off the car to get street shots. Watching that mic boom fly in place as Tony moves from angle to angle is quite a spectacle. I will get to learn a lot from these seasoned filmmakers.Our camp is around a Red Cross office building, and we can’t sleep indoors because of the aftershocks. We all found a spot on the grass somewhere. My spot was right on the edge of the hill we are on. I was so exhausted that I couldn’t fall asleep.
The sounds reminded me of St Lucia where I lived for 8 years. You have the stray dogs taking turns with the roosters, with of course the crickets as a bed track. But I noticed that there was something quite different: there was no music playing, no blasting dance hall beats pumping bass across town.
Instead there was something else, there was crying, or chanting, or crying as a chorus or praying, it’s hard to describe, it was buried just below the crickets. It must have been the people down the hill mourning or something. I was so tired that I was dreaming awake before finally sinking in this world of voices and pain. At 5.10 am, we woke up to a small quake, and the voices started again but stronger. at this point there was no more sleeping for me, I got to photograph the sun rising above the smoky city.
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