Borei Keila is a community unlike that which I have ever seen. Over 200, broken up into various family units, occupy an area of land that can be no larger than the space taken up by two or three suburban home lots in California. These families live in small shacks – though I think to call them “shacks” would be a compliment – made of dark blue tarp cuttings, fringed and holed, and rice bags all tied together underneath rusted tin roofs. There is no functioning plumbing, much less any running water, and no electricity unless a neighbor in the nearby complex offers to share a single far reaching black wire link for a short time. Yet two years ago, it was nothing like this.