He says yes and quickly examines a young girl who has fallen on broken glass in the refugee compound and cut her knee. As she is helped onto a flat table, Haggart gathers a syringe, painkiller, antiseptics and sutures, and goes to work cleaning and sewing the wound. They sleep on foam pads spread on the floor and keep warm with gray wool blankets provided by relief agencies. The floors have been divided into rooms and corridors with hanging plastic tarps. There is no electricity, no running water, and toilets consist of boards laid across an open trench behind the buildings.
Washing is a luxury.
Many spend their days resting, sleeping and trying to cope. In the dim light of one corner room, a family gathers around a small camp stove where a woman heats traditional Turkish coffee in a small copper pot. They smile and wave at a passer-by, happy to be alive. Outside, children kick a beat-up soccer ball. In a corner by a door, a barber clips a child's hair while several men stand, wait and talk.