I wandered through the Port-au-Prince cemetery today with a Haitian colleague looking for his family crypt. His heart was full of trepidation. What would he find?
Had someone tossed his ancestor’s bodies and stuffed fresh ones in there instead. That’s what has happened to so many crypts.
We stepped over bones and skulls spread through the maze of crypts. Flies swarmed. The stench of rotting human flesh.
And the souls of the dead. Restless. Disturbed. “Why can’t you let us rest in peace?” they seemed to say.
What else were people to do? Where to dispose of those freshly departed? After the earthquake, there were bodies everywhere. And nowhere to bury them properly.
I don’t know where to begin this story for CNN.
