“Sitting against the wall, gazing outside, I watched the world pass by. The doorway was like a picture I had only seen in Time magazine, or perhaps on the big screen. But this was real. The rain was coming down hard, and the people were hurriedly looking for shelter. A young boy struggled to corral the goats through the gate, until a slender man came to help maneuver the animals—thankfully the job didn’t require the AK-47 slung over his back. The grass danced wildly in the wind, being plucked by the many falling droplets. Bats swayed in the tree branches above, and flies tickled my feet below.”
