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"How do you know all this?" the lead officer asked.

He unrolled his hand-drawn maps on the hood of a half-flooded truck. The relief officers stared. His maps showed not just depth and distance, but memory—where the well used to be, where the old electric pole still carried live current just below the surface, which slope was stable enough to anchor a temporary shelter. mada apriandi zuhir

When the unseasonal monsoon came, the elders said it was punishment. The younger ones said it was climate. Mada said nothing. He just watched the water rise. "How do you know all this