Ben and I took a trip out to Corail last week, which is that miserable “model” tent city out in the middle of nowhere. It had exponentially grown, but the miserableness of it has changed only slightly, with little shops popping up here and there. Near the entrance to the camp an organization had begun growing plants in old tires, a great idea to teach those with nothing else to do how to grow their own food. The problem? They were securely guarded by razor wire to keep people from stealing them. It’s practically the only green in what is usually fields of white tents, and the people can’t access them. Just perfect.