The meandering alleyways of the Palestinian refugee camp of Shatila are lined with intertwining electrical cables and dripping black water tubes. Navigating these damp passages, some of which never receive any daylight, I try to avoid the puddles from the winter rain that floods the crowded camp. As the men and women of the camp go about their daily lives, dead rats and dirty water from the rudimentary sewage system floats by. Shatila camp created in 1949, to house the Palestinians fleeing the creation of the state of Israel, is located in the southern outskirts of Beirut. It is a fifteen-minute drive from the bustling commercial district of Hamra, but according to the Palestinians in the camp, it might as well be in a different country as far as the Lebanese government is concerned.