Everyone comes here. On display for the world. Lunch By 1 p.m., the rain has stopped, although the clouds linger. Children holding covered aluminum pots are lining up for lunch, the only hot meal of the day here, outside the canvas food depot. The line for each meal begins forming an hour before the meal is due to be served.
Volunteers play poker with an old deck of cards at a plastic lawn table.
Dafina watches closely as a volunteer ladles two cups of thin chicken soup with a few chunks of diced potatoes into the pot. Another worker reaches barehanded into a red plastic pail, extracts one greasy chicken thigh and plunks it into the warm broth. Dafina frowns and places the lid on the pot. She carries it back to the family's tent, carefully stepping through the mud, and presents it to her family of eight. Bringing out a single loaf of bread, the family dines in silence.