Most of the villagers were hiding in the bush, where they were dying from bad water, malaria and malnutrition.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Furthermore, they were constantly informed by all the camp authorities that they had been abandoned by the world: they were beggars and lucky to receive the daily soup of starvation.
Bedouin ways were hard even for those brought up to them, and for strangers, terrible: a death in life.
The interesting thing is, while we die of diseases of affluence from eating all these fatty meats, our poor brethren in the developing world die of diseases of poverty, because the land is not used now to grow food grain for their families.
The people got daily worse from the cold and the bad water, and they must all have perished if they had not discovered the port about the time they did.
I lived in grass huts in a jungle in the Philippines for three weeks with tribal people.
I don't know how the poor farmers deal with such situations in real life. It's really sad.
I had seen people who had lost everything and everyone they loved to war, famine, and natural disasters.
My mother had lots and lots of children who didn't survive.
In Africa, we have the bush meat trade, which means that, on a very large scale, animals are being killed in the forests and sold in the cities as a luxury food.
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.