Dear Kathmandu, dear villages, dear, dear Himalayas, dear Pokhara, dear people, dear friends, dear animals,
I’ve send a love letter to you, a few days ago. I’m afraid it did not arrive. I was too late. It disappeared in the chaos. Who would have imagined that one day after my letter everything would be different. I wrote about your familial chaos, your embracing chaos. The chaos that now prevails in Nepal is heartbreaking.
With tears in my eyes I stare at my photos. I read the articles that are already written. I watch all video captures we have created. With pain I stare at your people on these images. Your buildings, streets, animals, clouds, mountains, trees, you dust particles in the air. A month later, everything is different. It hurts not knowing if what I see is still there. The people. The children. The animals. The villages. The city. The temples. I hear that all my local friends are safe, but what is the definition of safe if you lose everything? Your home, your parents, your child, your base? From our friends, who are working so hard to help you, I hear how you are these days. What’s really happening. I see pictures. Not just your Kathmandu, also around Pokhara complete villages are wiped out. Thousands of people sleep on the street. There is not enough wood to burn the bodies. The smell dominates.
Do you want to help?
I’ve got two options for you, individual options where money goes directly to those in need.
http://bartroovers.com/nepal-international-help/ (mr. Happy, our guide)
http://www.impact.org.uk/get-involved/nepalemergencyappeal/ (tip from our friends who are doing what they can, helping with their drones to find people)