By Andrew Neal
September 14, 2015
In a soggy alley between hundreds of grey tarpaulins and tents which make up Nepal’s largest displaced people’s camp in Kathmandu, 11-year-old Raj Kumav Acharya stopped and looked at his muddy shoes.
“You know my father, he died in the earthquake,” he said in a small voice.
He did not linger on his point though, apparently not wanting to dwell on his own loss. “Let’s go this way,” he said, before dodging another puddle.
A few minutes earlier Raj had been showing me his own tent, a grey tarp stretched across a fence, which he said was not sufficient for keeping the elements at bay.
“This is where I live now, there is nothing on the floor here, so the water just comes all the way in. The other day I saw a snake just there,” he said pointing to the corner of the dirt floor.
