In the Munigi cholera camp in northeastern Zaire, the very ground is infected by the dying. Nurse Isabel Subiros, wearing jeans and pink rubber gloves, steps carefully around the contaminated diarrhea and vomit and bloody needles. She accidentally pricked herself this morning. She tries not to think about it, or anything that is happening around her. "It is best just to work," she says.
She bends over a teenage girl dressed only in a red knit sweater, a shrapnel wound on the back of her leg reeking of gangrene. Her name is Faida, her eyes are empty, waterless like the rest...
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