Hi, I'm Karin
and welcome to Our Human Planet,
If you live in a refugee camp
your entire life revolves around one single day.
A food shipment has arrived
and it needs to be distributed.
Before you can hand out bags of grain,
you have to know how many people need it.
It's not easy in a place
where there are no phones or internet
and most refugees are illiterate.
Relief agencies regularly send out teams
to survey every family in the camps.
Oxfam uses local props to help with simple math.
They gather information about their lives before the war
and what, if anything,
they managed to save when they were attacked.
And if any other family members have arrived
over the past month.
Feeding half a million people is no easy task
especially in a conflict zone.
The roads are nonexistent,
and everything has to be trucked in.
The UN provides the food
but the nonprofit "International Relief and Development"
is responsible for its distribution.
By US law,
any aid it provides must be grown in the United States.
So these bags might come from as far away as Texas,
and take six months,
at a price several times the local cost.
Once it finally arrives, the real work begins.
The food gets laid out the day before the distribution.
That thin rope is all the security they need.
Women make the final preparations
while the refugees wait patiently.
They've been gathering since dawn.
But how do you know who is getting what
when almost nobody has ID
and most can't even sign their names?
This is where all those surveys come in.
Only one member of each family
signs for the distribution,
If they don't know how to write,
a fingerprint will do.
They're then gathered in groups of 15
and led out to get their food.
Contrary to the mob scenes on the evening news,
everything is calm and peaceful.
The IRD is well organized
and the refugees follow all the rules.
By mid morning, it's starting to look like a festival.
The distribution includes - cooking oil,
salt,
The all-important sugar for their tea,
beans – a source of protein,
and flour –
either wheat, rye, sorghum, or a corn soybean blend.
The refugees like wheat the best.
They say that barely or sorghum gives them a tummy ache.
By lunchtime,
they've only given away a third of the food.
All of the paid workers are Chadian.
None of the Sudanese are allowed to earn money
while they're in the camp.
This causes even more resentment
between two countries who were once close friends.
But today, at least, everyone can afford to be generous.
It may seem like there's plenty to go around
but in fact the monthly distribution only
lasts a couple of weeks
so the kids grab whatever extra they can find.
though technically, it's against the rules.
If they don't get it
someone else will.
Around here, nothing goes to waste.
As the day wears on,
a mountain of food gradually disappears.
Everyone heads back to their huts.
Until next month.
Same time.
Same place.
When they get to do it all over again.
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