Hello hiver
Hello everyone, how are you
I'm back with a black and white photo of me that you might like and this is my entry
In the darkness of the night,the sound of motorcycle engines and footsteps became the only companions of hopeful volunteers.Roads that were once calm had turned into muddy paths filled with rocks and landslide debris cutting through the hills. This was the path I took,breaking through isolation to reach displaced families waiting for help to arrive.
The beam of headlights illuminated collapsed earth walls.Every meter became a struggle.Tires slipped,boots sank deep into the mud,and breath was held tight between cliffs and ravines. Yet not a single one of the hundreds of riders turned back.Beyond these landslides were families running out of blankets,milk,and basic food supplies.I could feel the reality of children waiting for warm meals,and elderly people in shelters who desperately needed food.
Aid was carried in whatever way possible rice, food, and blankets.Some volunteers took turns carrying supplies on their shoulders through narrow paths,while others slowly pushed motorcycles along newly opened tracks.From time to time,we stopped to make sure everyone was safe,then moved forward again.The night felt long,but determination made it shorter.
When we finally arrived,tired faces welcomed the aid with tearful smiles.There were no cheers, only quiet expressions of gratitude.In this isolated place,even small assistance meant everything.And between the mud and the cold hills,we learned one thing:hope always finds a way,as long as there is courage to keep moving forward.
