“Five out of every six persons you’ll see on the street will be destitute strangers.”
—Father Craig, Maryknoll priest
As refugees poured into Pusan, some found shelter with friends and relatives. Others formed new communities on the city’s hilly outskirts. With wood increasingly scarce, huts were pieced together from straw matting, discarded boxes, and flattened metal cans. A number of people lived in shallow depressions dug right into the clay hillsides. There was no running water, and the meager rations of food were often cooked on makeshift outdoor stoves. Those in more solid residences often shared precious space with market goods.