Duality is what shapes Haiti. Duality of the rich and the poor, of the white expat community and the black local community, found in what’s public and private, in the plains and the mountains, in people who are suffering and people who are providing relief.,...

When I arrived in Leogane I found myself desperately looking for houses, for people and for life. I was taken to rue Duval where people were out amongst debris, sand pits, broken houses and makeshift shelters. The street was heaving. Adults children and...

Touching ground in Haiti, I felt joy. Setting foot in Petionville, I felt tired. Walking in Laboule, I felt disoriented. Hiking in Kenskoff, I felt happy. Passing through Le Portail, I felt bewildered. Going out of Port-au-Prince, I felt unsettled. Arriving...