This past week we have had an influx of new IDPs (internally displaced persons) from north of Serif Umra, about 500 a day. They have settled on the outskirts of the town, fleeing the area they live after a spate of attacks and deaths. Outskirts means… no water, no shelter and they have the dear little that they grabbed when they ran. After some obstacles encountered, we successfully managed to do something for them. The logistic team, a team of pure sinew had the arduous task to build a 2metre sandbag structure for a bladder that accommodates 15.000 litres of water and a water tap so that the displaced would not desiccate away in the 40 degree swelter. Their makeshift shelters were really carpets hanging on 4 sticks and some reeds planted together to shield from the wind on 3 sides. The sun beats down in a vengeful stare that usually on my 5 minute walk to the dispensary melts my brain. So shelter prevents them frying theirs. We build some trench latrines and distribute non food items, like blankets, soap and jerry cans to carry the merciful water. As Daniel said, it feels like a drop on a hot stone, what we have done for them. Protection, well that’s all the harder for the mostly female headed/guarded households as the men stay behind to safeguard what they have left. One of the new IDPS was shot last week. He too, dead on arrival, despite being less than 5 km away from the dispensary.