Sakhu is one of the more affected areas around Kathmandu. We drive around, seeing the temporary tin structures that have sprouted up alongside piles of rubble, and farmers working in their potato and rice fields. Life keeps going.
Driving through Sakhu, we come across a feisty, come-what-may lady – “bajai” is what Nepalis call grandmas (we’d say “dadima” or “baa”). She’s working alongside young men and women that are family and friends, picking through the piles of rubble that have been gathered in an open space in front of the temporary shelters that locals who have lost their homes have built. She works with just as much (if not more) gusto.
We’re told they built their temporary shelters in 4 days. On the other side of the road, reconstruction is happening in earnest, a large machine whirring as laborers stand on the second story of a damaged building.
She breezily recounts…
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