My sister looks up in shock as we hear gunshots near the house. I'm on the phone with my aunt who is hiding in her house in the middle of Petion-Ville, hiding from the gunshots, the bullets falling into her yard, the tires burning in front of the gate. I can't even imagine how scary this must be for people living in tents, no shelter against the fire, against the rocks, against the rage.
Why isn't Michel Martelly already on the radio telling his supporters to calm down? To stop destroying the little we have left of a country?