Imagine this. You and your partner and baby, rowing through foul water on an inflatable mattress you begged from a stranger. Your home and possessions submerged. Driven by fear from one refuge, where looters reigned and you saw a child die. You drift on your makeshift raft, past floating bodies, through the city that was once your home.
Or this. Another life, already precarious. A bamboo house, a village perched between jungle and sea. Another so-called ‘act of God’. Your village is flooded, the salty water undrinkable. There was a fence between your community and wild animals, but the cyclone destroyed that too. You wait, knowing that a tiger could reach you and your family in five minutes. At any time.
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