We usually end up crying. He tells us not to be scared.
We had been trapped there for five days and we couldn't believe it.
It felt like someone was pounding on the window. But it was the aftermath that was shocking.
That was the best feeling in the world. Everybody's so excited to be home, I don't think we'll take things for grated ever again. It just changes everything.
We couldn't get a cab from the house we were renting. We had to hitch a ride. Then we started to panic. We started to notice people were gone and it seemed like it was going to be really bad.
We couldn't believe we were out. After five days of being in Hell and not having food and water, we were just so happy to come to a town.
We just did the best we could. Every day we'd set out and try to get food and water, and then we'd come across a family who had nothing and end up giving them whatever we had.
We just did the best we could, and got the doctor's advice on what was comparable to the meds people were asking for. We were also able to get some clean supplies like bandages, ointments and creams.
We wheel and deal for food. I can't believe we have to do this in America.
We're trying not to get caught up in the madness -- the violence, the looting and fires.
They set fires in a city that has no water, which blows our minds.
It's just such a switch going from rescuer to victim, in a sense. It's just about adapting and surviving. You'd be surprised what you're capable of doing when you have no other choice.
It's easier to be with three of your best friends and we keep each other entertained. One cries and the other three picks her up.
It's like being in a prison, and we just wait.
They were absolutely wonderful, and we got to eat and had water.
You could see his distress. He was young, from a foreign country, and the streets were terrible.
This is our only link to the world.