Haiti is a little girl with bright breads, smiling as she’s walking next to her father, with a cheerfulness oblivious to the palpable danger that lies in every corner..

Haiti is an old woman with pepper-white hair, selling fruits by the side of the road, living day to day and wondering till when will all of this last..

Haiti is a motorcycle driver, wondering what the hype is all about when it comes to the ‘virus’ when he is far more likely to die from a stray-bullet.

Haiti is an entire family forced outside of their home, living in a sports complex, with no fixed date of return.

Haiti is a cashier in a supermarket checking items every minute that totals more than her monthly salary, with a smile..

Haiti is a businessman or two who call the shots, whose worth equals that of entire swaths of the city they occupy, whose cars aren’t by any means adapted to the potholes and how narrow the roads can be, and who see no problem in preserving their wealth using any means necessary, even if it takes holding the nation hostage..

Haiti is entire generations who were told things will get better, only to find out that this better wasn’t meant for them, but for a select few..

Haiti is a ‘migrant’ crossing through uninhabitable lands to get through what they called the land of dreams, only to find that such dreams would hand him over to nightmares, and book him a flight to get him there as fast as possible.

Haiti is a hurricane that is most likely caused by some economic activity on a far-away prosperous land.. A hurricane that has lost its course and instead of hitting those who made it, finds its way to poor villages and sweeps houses, roads, and everything in between..

Haiti is a country still paying the price for daring to rebel more than 200 years prior..

Haiti is what lies after resilience, and once all human reserves of hope are depleted..

Haiti is the future.