Scattered remnants of the camps of thousands who rushed to leave Kathmandu after a powerful earthquake a week ago are still visible in the grassy areas outside the capital’s airport. These dozen or so tents join thousands of others throughout this city, pitched on every available green space by residents stuck in limbo — nowhere to stay, nowhere to go.

As I enter the airport, I do my now-usual scan — where are the nearest exits and what open spaces beyond might I escape to? Do those windows open? How sound does the ceiling look; are those cracks in the walls? Every low rumble sets me on edge — my eyes flicking up and around to see if anyone else feels it, too — and there are few places as loud as an airport.

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