Correspondent via Correspondent: http://blogs.afp.com/correspondent/?post/Life-lessons-in-the-hell-of-Tacloban This miserable and ruined hovel becomes our headquarters. We spend the first nights there, 15 of us crammed onto wooden planks with other journalists, soldiers and rescuers. The ground is muddy and disgusting insects teem around us. It smells of urine (of course there are no toilets) and the stench mixes … Continue reading Lessons in life from the hell of Haiyan