We had gone six days without running water. It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon, sweltering hot, and my skin was sticky. I desperately needed a bath; we all did.
We walked from our third-floor apartment to the parking lot in front of our building — a sprawling, utilitarian, turquoise, three-story concrete block built 40 years ago — to refill our buckets from the only place with access to water, the faucet on the sidewalk they use to wash the cars. My whole family (dad, mom, brother and I) went together. We ran into another family filling buckets, too, so we had to wait in line to fill ours.… Seguir leyendo »