Coordinating Aid: Experiencing The Frustration At Base Camp

During moments of rest, I partly dislike my position, for being so far from communities-in-need, yet the coordination duties at "base camp" has kept me distracted from prolonged thoughts of low self-esteem. My colleagues, four independent relief workers, are on the ground in shifts, in troubled districts facing the floods, while I am confined to a room with modern gadgetry and communication tools to keep me company.

Though its still fresh on my mind, those frantic calls, some tired, some trembling, loud voices filled with crackling noises as networks and cell towers operate under the strain of the floods, far-flung terrains and poor weather. Others report in sharp tones, excited words pour as people share, complain, and to grief.

Floods, landslides in south Thailand, the ravages of nature, and made worse by the intentional oversight of man and authority. Then in Malaysia, the evacuation centres are filled with displaced families and news of their lost loved ones. Hundreds from small villages, to a mass wave of thousands from urban settlements escape the yearly onslaught of floods, as military and emergency relief workers rush to help those in need.

Severe floods in south Thailand "Deep South" [AFP pic]

They, the displaced, along with my colleagues, have just reached a place which is as far as from home as they ever been, to a darkness nightmare reaches of this destructive nature's loop. May they find some recuperate, even for a short while, and safety.

Then now, here at base camp, my hot coffee next to the phones and laptops, have barely time to rest, still plugged to electrical sockets and in a continuous charging thirst. In a matter of moments, I am sure, the work will continue, what appears to be an endless attempt to facilitate supplies and aid, for those who have experienced the fierce flooding.

The anxiety, the impatience, building once again.

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