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The least I could do, I thought, was to cross as well and hear the stories of the people on the other side.
I grabbed a fresh notebook and jogged behind her, jumping over pools of water on the river’s floor. The ladder was more solid than I had expected, another credit to these neighbors who banded together when the government didn’t reach them until two weeks after the storm.
“I couldn’t be selfish and just want to serve my family.” But after her final drop-offs Tuesday, she stole away for a quick visit. ” Lopez said of the woman she gave her belongings to.
On the way, she carried the same question that had ached within her all week: Daisy Lopez returned to Philadelphia from San Juan on Tuesday morning with only the clothes on her back. Lopez, 43, and her fiancé, Soraida Perez, 42, who live in Northeast Philadelphia, had planned their trip to Puerto Rico in July, expecting to spend a few days by the beach and to see of their families on the island.
DAVID SWANSON / Staff Photographer November 2, 2017 San Juan, Puerto Rico David Swanson: Wednesday was our third day on the island, and a long one spent with five volunteers from Philadelphia and others from the American Red Cross delivering water and food in Florida, a town an hour and a half drive west of San Juan.
After returning to San Juan before sunset, I took a walk to the beach. ” At the sound of her voice, people came — leaving homes with boarded windows, tarp roofs, second floors completely swept off by the winds of Hurricane Maria.
I interviewed people coming and going from my side of the bridge but wasn’t planning to make the journey myself, uneasy about whether the ladder was stable enough.
On the other side was a community cut off from the rest of the island, their only means of travel washed away by a rising river.
So they crossed, one after another, by climbing up and down two homemade ladders that stretched to the river’s bed, which was mostly dry that day.
Once up, I gave Anna a hug and someone translated as I told her she inspired me to come across.
I sat for a photo with her beneath a small hut made of bamboo posts and a metal roof, a Puerto Rican flag flying from the top. Nadolny sits with Anna Oquendo, 71 in the Campamento de los Olvidados, ( The camp of the Forgotten ) on the Rio Arecibo in Utuado Puerto Rico, Thursday November 2, 2017.A few swim, some read from chairs in the sand, not many, but life seems to be getting on in this rich port. Out of the back of an open minivan, she and other Salvation Army volunteers grabbed boxes of water and food, then kept moving down the street.