Pabitra Niroula

This is the road in front of my house. They took out the old road and put in new. Not in Nepal. Not in Bhutan... very different. I liked to watch them work. In the Goldhap refugee camp in Nepal one time they took a roller and rolled down all the houses. There was a fire too. Many people, everyone was crying. Some old people died. Afterwards everyone went in the forest to sleep. I said "oh my god". At night time there were no lights and my house was gone.