Last Sunday morning, after the first night of camping outside in Kathmandu, I woke up to storm clouds overhead.

The man a few feet away didn’t.

Like many other guests at our hotel, we heeded the Nepali government’s warnings about aftershocks, and we spent the chilly night huddled on the ground or on makeshift beds, searching for sleep.

Waking after fitful dreams, I saw a woman running to a prone figure nearby. She administered CPR and checked his pulse—nothing. He was pronounced dead of an apparent heart attack.

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