At the ruins of a fire, the place where my family was looked like a storehouse which had only a roof and pillars. When my grandmother took refuge, she took a mosquito net out with her, so our family hung it and lived in it. Thanks to it, we lived without having been bitten by striped mosquitoes.
We were wounded, but maggots didn't develop. I had no clothes to put on, so I was naked. Since I got burned on the back, I couldn't wear them, even if I had some.
We had no pan or pot, so we found out an empty can at the ruins of a fire and boiled stems of sweet potatoes. That was just like the life of the primitive ages.