When my friend and I walked through the reception center to capture images and small stories of camp life, a girl pumping water called for help. She said: "S 'sam samahani kaka zangu na itaji msaada muni twishe." That means: "Excuse me, my brothers, I need your help to lift this pan."

My friend didn't hesitate to help first, and I set up my cell phone directly to capture a photo of the week. After this act, the girl thanked my friend and said that: "I was here alone for the water supply, I wonder how I can transport this water, today there are rare people, I am really happy."

As usual in Nyarugusu, if someone asks for help, it cannot be refused. I noticed that we would stop everything to help. For example, on the way to the cemetery, the deceased in the coffin is carried over the shoulders and is not placed on the ground every time the porters are tired. All young boys, as well as passengers they meet on the road or the inhabitants of the neighboring village, must provide support to strengthen their ties and help bury the deceased.

Nyarugusu refugee camp