I don't know how she does it. We're talking as another 100 apricots drop from the trees onto the ground in a burst of wind. "There's no labor to harvest apricots," she says. With over half the houses gone or unoccupied, the labor system has broken down. The canals can't be rebuilt (labor) - nor the little bridges across the stream (labor). So many trees - hundreds of years old trees - are dying from lack of water. And all the friends who've had to move away. Ajung alone in his little hamlet without a single field still plantable (the flood muds dried like cement on top of the remaining fields).
I'm here as kind donations from HELP Fund and HEALTH Inc friends rebuilt the Community Center for the village. Well. The mason died last year. And. There's no labor to finish the last few days work on the Center - and the Rations Store and the toilet at the gompa.
Another burst of wind and more apricots fall. There's an entry point into this problem somewhere. I just can't see it yet. And I can understand why Dolma doesn't. Every morning she opens her door to that ruined house.