Me with Mark. Mark was my dormmate in Vermont. He had been working in the camp from the beginning and had grown thin. He and the others left a month after I arrived. Later, I met a Vietnamese family that remembered Mark as their "savior" because he had dived into the ocean to save their drowning son after the boy had fallen from a large ship.
When people first arrived on Galang, the Indonesian military would search bags and take any gold, jewelry, electronics...whatever they wanted. Even the Camp Commander's wife would be there for her share.