October 2013. Manbasia. Displaced Forest Dweller. Jharia. “Now with the dust and smoke bellowing, there are people getting sick. I can’t see very well, my chest hurts. My feet hurt and so does my body. It is very painful. We have no one here to help or support us. If someone is dying, there is no one to look after them or save them. Who are we meant to turn to? And if you don’t have the money like us, what do we do? Kill ourselves?”
