Sari sits in front of her house along the Trishuli River. Red bracelets on and a red dot on her forehead. She is a Hindu and has revered the river where she lives since childhood. The disaster on Wednesday in Nepal has changed a lot.
"The river no longer feels like a friend, but like a stranger," she says. She has not lost her faith, but she has become afraid. "I see how the water is still rising, actually I want to leave here." The only reason she has not done so yet is because she does not dare to leave her furniture store behind.
If you drive north from the capital Kathmandu, you encounter beautiful green hills for hours. The crops sown in June and July lean firmly against the mountains. Apart from the many trucks full of goods passing by, nothing seems wrong here.
The food and hygiene products in the truck are intended for the residents of the affected district Nuwakot and even further if the roads allow. The once so green fields along the Trishuli are covered here with a thick layer of gray mud and debris.
Aid worker Lieuwe Siebe de Jong from ZOA says that the excavators working here are digging up bodies from the mud. "What was once a bustling town has now been completely washed away by mud and stones."
On the back of a motorcycle, he rides with a local colleague through the mountains to be able to visit places where the large trucks cannot reach. "We met people who had been waiting in vain for evacuation for days." They were old people, according to De Jong, who eventually just started walking along the steep mountains. Looking for a place where help would come.
In the valley along the river, the residents of the village that shares the same name as the river sit on the street waiting. They can do nothing but watch as the excavators in Trishuli slowly clear the roads. Maybe if they get a bit further, they can walk to their homes to look for personal belongings.
Prabin Dhunge points to a building that lacks all outer walls and barely still stands. "That is my house and my shop was here with five storage rooms, but everything was swept away in a few minutes."
His father is a successful businessman who, under pressure from his son, left the house just in time. "Actually, he did not want to leave his belongings when the police came to warn that the water was rising," says Dhunge. "The warning was too vague, we did not fully realize what disaster awaited us."
The few minutes in which Dhunge and his family decided to leave made a big difference. "Fortunately, my family is now safe, but my friends and my neighbors were all swept away by the water."
A little further on, in the doorway of a small shop, sits 65-year-old Lali Maya. She is desperate and wonders aloud what kind of future she still has. "I have lost everything. I do not even have clothes to wear," she says as tears run down her cheeks.
Whole night afraid
In all the years she has lived here, she has experienced floods more often, but never of this magnitude, she says. She understands all too well that the danger is not yet completely gone. "I have been afraid all night because people say a new flood wave is coming. People run up the hill, but I do not run along because I am old. I no longer care if I die."
After our conversation, she calmly walks up the hill a bit. She has heard that aid supplies are being distributed a little further on, but she is not sure. Still, she walks, because there is nothing else to do.