Six years after the big earthquake nothing seems to work in Port-au-Prince, the capital of Haïti. Bandits steal screws from a very important bridge which collapses down. Drivers block roads with burning tires. Hospitals are abandoned due to a four month strike. A poor woman got shot dead because she screamed for help when a gangster stole her purse. Roads are paved with open sewers. The list of what's going wrong is endless. The population thinks the elections last year were frauduleus. The international community says strange enough that they were regular, adding to the anger of the population. A small and racist elite runs the country. The general population survives by selling everything on the streets: perfumes, cooking pots, alcohol, fruit, stereo's,... The hope lies not in the elite, but in the incredible energy of the proud haitian people, which for now are mainly surviving the best they can.
