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| Photo from The Borgen Project. |
Last
night, amidst the sound of Antonov planes hovering above South Sudan, amidst
the buzz of malaria-carrying mosquitoes and the hiss of potent black mambas, I
dreamt I was in a peaceful place in the
mountains of Tajikistan---still doing humanitarian aid work but in a more
relaxed, cool, serene environment, away from the violent tribal clashes and
threats of a looming war. In that dreamful state, I saw myself catching
butterflies in the meadows, but the next second I was looking through the
barrel of a Kalashnikov pointed at me.



