Sometimes I have to sleep in one of the semi-destroyed shelters, which is like a night trap set in the midst of ruin and misery. Every night, the sounds of cracking walls ring in my ears, and I am haunted by the specter of imminent disaster, especially with the high winds and violent storms. We fear the collapse of the building above our heads, but the need forces us to stay, as all the other options presented are no less dangerous or insecure.