Tran and Truk were a tiny Vietnamese woman and her adolescent daughter. They were fit and athletic, and used to working together. Beeg It was thinner and much sweeter than cow’s milk, with a slight musty aftertaste that was intriguing. They seemed a tight group, and were weathering the loss with a minimum of tears. “I’m working with Horace to see if he can’t get some shelters built,” she said to me over her shoulder. Basic chores like water and food preparation were assigned, areas were designated as latrines, and we all agreed that everyone would keep their clothes, comfort items, and prescription medicines as their own property.
