night causes much devastation not to be visible but you re still left with people coming to terms in their quiet confined sb spaces with the real loss. let s take a look. some of tacloban s misery but locals must huddle around what is left. the smell of death heavy, bodies unfound and they even hunt for them at night. a dog led them to this spot where he watched them dig up his son and just now his daughter. as the typhoon picked up, she suddenly stopped answering his worried text messages. this is not her home here? no. it s over there? no, it s over there. so the wind carried her? the flood and the wind. their mother is still buried somewhere here. how will you rebuild yourself?