Cyclones of Violence

A Photoessay about Determination and Survival

 

 

by | Dec 10, 2010

Aftermath of Tropical Storm Agatha in Santiago., showing a street filled with mud and water, and people helping each other navigate through it.

Aftermath of Agatha in Santiago. Photo by Andres Sosof

A man on a tin roof cleaning up ash in Villa Nueva, a town quite close to the volcano.

Cleaning up ash in Villa Nueva a town quite close to the volcano. Photo by Nancy Morales/Fotokids 2010

People in the street, cleaning up ash in Villa Nueva a town quite close to the volcano.

Cleaning up ash in Villa Nueva a town quite close to the volcano. Photo by Nancy Morales/Fotokids 2010

Photo of Daniel Alejandro Martínez, a sonsoneño trained at Harvard in Social Sciences and Philosophy.

Photo of Daniel Alejandro Martínez, a sonsoneño trained at Harvard in Social Sciences and Philosophy.

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