Near dawn, the trucks pull off and return to their base without incident. Tactics of intimidation, piling the pressure on the community. There would be 2 more mobilisations like this over the next 3 weeks. Each time, the community prepares for the onslaught, the children cry, the old people pack their few possessions ready to move. Fear and stress and rage, so much anger.
People work with determination and pride, digging up the rock-hard earth.
This will be the first concrete building in the new village. Suddenly clouds appeared through the blanket of smog. Drop by drop, the rain began to fall. Everybody stopped work. Some little boys started to hoot.