I met Mingmar with her 10-month-old daughter Lhakpa at the airport at the end of July, when we were asked to fly them back to Langtang, a village high in the Himalayas. Since the earthquake they, and many other survivors from the valley of the same name, had been housed in a “displacement camp” in Kathmandu. But on that Friday a month ago they were finally hoping to go home. Home, but in name alone.
She speaks no English but I learnt something of her story from others at the airport:
Saturday 25 April 2015 was just a regular day in Langtang valley.
Villagers would have been in the pastures tending their livestock, or at home preparing lunch. Most school-going children were away in bigger towns a few days’ walk away, but younger ones like Lhakpa would have been playing, or just going down for a nap.
Many locals would have been hosting the hundred-odd international trekkers in the valley at…
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