The birth of a child is a beautiful thing, isn't it? Unless the child is dead or seriously ill…

Sometimes things go wrong. And sometimes things work out like clockwork…

In the early afternoon, Rasoa and her mother arrive at the hospital…

Marie can hardly believe her eyes: a car is actually coming from behind…

If you can help, you help. That's how most Malagasy think…

No car, but an ox cart takes the two women south before sunrise…

Nothing works in the night - not even a mission to save the sick…

Rasoa is a petite woman, less than 50 kilograms. She has hardly put on any weight…

Marie only packs the bare essentials: Water, some food, a little money…

In the early afternoon, Rasoa had been lying down for a bit…