Ever since the storm, Benson E. Misalucha finds it hard to sleep. There is too much to do.
Along the coast of the Philippines the wreckage from the storm festers under the sun — villages flattened, trees pulverized to splinters, the smell of decay and rot rising with the heat. Misalucha knows that far away from the attention of the world, in little villages most people don’t know exist, water is scarce and people are hungry. That’s where he wants to go.