The residents of Dinara have a harsh life at the best of times. The village lies on the edge of a vast expanse of desert.
Nothing much grows apart from diminutive babul trees.
Only camels seem at home, plodding among the shimmering salt flats. And these are not the best of times. As the tremors subsided, the villagers shook themselves and waited for help to arrive. We have had no water for four or five days. All of our wells have been destroyed.