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When I entered the town, the living conditions were poor, the houses were tents and the drinking water was the color of a night without its moon. The people were so skinny that their bones were visible. I saw people walking with rags instead of clothing. As I kept walking, people brought their dead relatives and tossed them into the coming cart with all the other dead people. One by one, people tossed their loved ones into the cart with tears of hopelessness. An old lady was crying and crying because her newborn child was dead. The lady cried as if her world were burned by the inferno flames of the deepest depths of the underworld. My heart could not take it anymore, beating so hard it almost broke out of my chest, and I wanted to do something about it, but it was hopeless at the hands of death.