A view from inside a fuel depot, where we took shelter for a month. 
There was no platform but concrete floor for sleeping, no screening net to keep the mosquitos out .
Blankest were only for a few who were old, or sick. The smell of oil were unbearable at first, 
later, we got used to with it, and try to enjoy the beach front view instead . 
At least we were kept dry during rain storm season

A few spots where we used to gather to
chat about the country we left behind 

The main path to the forest where we searched for wild fruits as substitutes for food. 
There was a group of durian trees that provided needed nutrition for our hungry people. 
Picking wild fruit, however , was considered violations against the camp's rules . 
Those who were unlucky caught got severe punishment to warn others not to repeat the same mistake.

the UN Chartered Ship that finally came after a few weeks late.