Fuel Crisis
My neighbors are blasting Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. Our bedroom windows are only feet apart and in the two months I’ve been here, the neighbor’s musical tastes have gone from their native Haitian tunes to mimicking the pop US songs I play. It’s just a little bit of home and because their speakers are much louder than my laptop’s, our whole compound can hear those sweet acoustic melodies. The situation in Haiti however is far from perfect. For the past four…