Haiti’s residents scavenge dump in bid to survive

ON the dusty outskirts of Haiti’s collapsed capital, where the city’s only official dump lies, human scavengers sieve through the disease-ridden heaps to survive from dawn to dusk.

Desperate mothers and their children sift through the mud and the masses of plastic and abandoned metal looking for sellable scraps, waiting eagerly for the next dump truck that trudges down the dusty road towards the tip.

This is another hell in the earthquake-hit country. A much more horrifying one beyond the crowded city slum camps, which seem almost comfortable compared to the lives of those who daily hunt through the dump.