josephn darius can't remember how many victims he's buried, but one in particular stands out in his memory - his sister. outside the cemetery, cholera victims have gathered for a monthly meeting to discuss ways of dealing with the epidemic in their midst. everyone at this meeting has either been infected with the disease or had a family member die. >> so how many people here actually knows someone that's died of cholera? as the meeting adjourns, we're told of an urgent new case - an elderly woman living close by who's in a critical condition. saintilia hillaire is losing strength fast... but her relatives are worried the journey down the mountain might kill her. >> the sun is very bright at this time of day so they were going to wait until later, but we've offered to give them a lift and drive them all the way down the mountain to the nearest cholera treatment center. they decide to make a run for it, taking it in turns to carry her over the rice fields along mud paths to where the road begins. this is haiti in the time of cholera - communities living in fear, each day a new race for survi