by Gabriel | May 24, 2012
FLIGHT I’m somewhere high over the Atlantic, on my way to Chad via Paris. It’s my thirteenth such trip, the first one being in 2005, which seems a lifetime away. I’ve been staring at a blank document for over an hour, not knowing what to say. It...
by Brian Cleveland | Apr 7, 2012
As we were getting ready to leave Camp Djabal for the last time, my new friend Rahma kept telling me that it was to be a very sad day. That it wouldn’t be the same after we left. All I could think of was to agree with Rahma, as he is rarely wrong with his...
by Brian Cleveland | Apr 4, 2012
I haven’t said much about one of the major characters of the camp. The children. More so during the afternoon session, children are surrounding us the moment our vehicle arrives. They fill the windows of the community center where we hold our team meetings. They...