South Section and Daily Commute

: I face more of a struggle on my daily commute to work than I did picking my way through the debris and razed homes of the south section, according to Globe and Mail. Over the mounds of mud and rubble and past what still stands – the water stations and the school – are the makeshift homes of the thousands of refugees who haven't yet been moved, or returned out of desperation to their war-torn countries or tried their luck as a transport truck stowaway. It surprisingly easy to access. It was grey and dismal, as the end of March usually is, 8 C and windy – painfully uncomfortable for those with barely a roof over their head. I could help them with their English, in the small school that stands alone in the remains of the south camp. By the second day in camp, I'd found my niche, the one thing I could do that might make a difference in their lives. (www.immigrantscanada.com). As reported in the news.