Dear Friends,
It was a Sunday evening. August 21, 2022. The rain had been pelting down for days. I had heard from people in villages that the night air now routinely crackled with the sounds of walls and roofs collapsing. I was anxious and on edge. I had spent much of the day arguing with privileged landowners trying to explain that they should let water be released through their lands to save people from losing their homes. My chest was tight and and my face flush with the anger of frustration of their refusals.
