“There is no help. Everybody is sleeping in the streets. We need food, water and clothes,” he writes.
In front of the presidential palace, its roof folded in like a collapsed soufflé, Marcellus Samuel, a Haitian preacher, grabs my notebook and scribbles frantically on to the page.
“There is no help. Everybody is sleeping in the streets. We need food, water and clothes,” he writes.