From Rose George:
In early February, when Jenniflore Abelard* arrived at her parents' house high in the hills of Port-au-Prince, her father Johnson* was home. He was lying in the yard, under a tree, vomiting. When Jenniflore spoke to him, his responses, between retches, sounded strange: "nasal, like his voice was coming out of his nose". He talked "like a zombie". This is a powerful image to use in Haiti, where voodoo is practised and where the supernatural doesn't seem as far-fetched as it might elsewhere. Her father's eyes were sunk back into his head. She was shocked, but she knew what this was, because she has lived through the past five years in Haiti. She has lived through the time of kolera.