On a sunny afternoon in January 2010, the city of Port-au-Prince, Haiti was bustling with traffic. Thousands of business people, office workers, medical staff and teachers were ending their work days, some attending to last-minute details, and thousands more already on their way home, most packed in rickety minibuses and taxis headed down littered streets.
Vendors, with everything from fried plantain chips to clothing balanced on top of their heads, hawked their goods through traffic. Like most days at this time, they held a captive audience. Other vendors with stands marked by colorful but dirty umbrellas lined the roadsides. Their targets were the crowds of people walking.
School children were also finished for the day. It was a Tuesday, not long after classes had resumed following the Christmas holiday. Some played soccer, some were doing homework, and some were helping with chores, preparing stews or dire ak pwa, the local version of rice and beans, for dinner, or washing...