People come rushing to me from all around, each with a story to tell - a story of death, more death and yet more death - that seems to have lost its horror simply from being told so often. Or for being so real.
Closer to Muzaffarabad, an old couple sits by the roadside. They seem utterly disinterested in what is going on around them.
Too tired, it seems, to care any more. One look at them and it is obvious that they have nothing more to lose and little to live for.
One more? Two days ago, Dilawar Khan was an aggressive and energetic man - a leading cloth merchant whose shop was bursting at the seams with smuggled cloth.
Today, he is begging everyone with a car to lend him a hand. He wants the dead bodies of his four-year-old son and seven-year-old daughter taken to his native village in Mansehra. He could do little to save their lives. He now seems determined to give them a decent burial. I saw him several hours later, he was still begging.
i am very depressed as well..... i know that the people are helping each other and loads of donations are being made but time is passing fast, there's still no access to a lot of areas and the people there feel abandoned.... usually the governments around the world have disaster management teams (and that means that they are prepared for any emrgencies... thats what its all about)... was there nobody who expected a disaster to strike?????
