Small islands in the floods of Vietnam
|Nhan navigates a carefully crafted, homemade boat through the flood waters.|
The aunt and uncle on the small farm, in Vietnam, have almost no carbon foot print. They have no utilities, car or packaged food. They make a small fire each morning in their outdoor kitchen and save hot water in a thermos for the day at the same time they cook their rice. The pig and chickens live there beside them, eating whatever scraps they can find. They weave hats, sleeping mats and even their boat. They fish and gather greens for dinner. They help the monks who live next door and greet friends and neighbors with friendliness and respect. The aunt had all her babies in this house. If it was dry enough
she went out into the rice fields and if it was flooded she stayed inside, continuing her daily tasks until she felt the baby coming out. Birth, death, rain, floods and the dry season come and go. They sit there together with the puppy chasing the chickens. They have been married since they were teenagers. In my country, in highly developed countries the world over, we can not imagine them as they can not imagine us.
In the Phillipines, thousands are effected by the typhoon that also brought flooding to Vietnam. In all such natural disasters, women and children suffer and die and long after the rains and winds stop, they must re-build again and again. In my country, people donate money and when the images are too much to bare, go out and buy more, drink more, eat more trying to build the walls of their islands to keep out the flood; to keep their children safe against harm.
"Hello, out there. How are you? Are you okay? Should I row over and help?"
What if the best way we could help the next generation of babies was to simply change the way we live so they could continue to live as they have for thousands of years?