No, this is not a scene from 'before the earthquake.'
Like Mr. Alberto told me on our way from the border, life must go on. And it's going on all around me here. Stores still standing are opening up. Restaurants that have not been destroyed welcome those who can afford to go. Businessmen and women are going back to work; some starting where they left off, some starting from scratch.
Life even goes on in this makeshift tent city that 12,000 people now call home. A man with speakers offers free international phone calls. Suprisingly enough, the line is not long. On the other side of the 'city', a red cross truck gives out mosquito nets, rugs, and a few other supplies to those who were lucky enough to get a card. Some people gather around a UNICEF water cistern. They stand together talking and I ask if they are family. They don't know each other. A few chairs are put out in front of some tents: a makeshift living room. Women sit and discuss, waving and calling out to people they know. Kites are flying, and a tiny Haitian flag can be seen in the distance, as people come back from work and make their way into the tiny streets of their newly founded city.