This is the photo that has affected me the most thus far. Maybe it's the pink; maybe it's that it was taken in an area where everything was destroyed, where people had nothing to begin with. That may be an oxymoron, but you know what I mean. The notion of packing your old, old suitcase with your few grabbable garments, and running, and having to leave the suitcase--or it being swept away from you, or you from it--I can barely imagine. It makes me scared to be in the field.