When their village burnt to the ground, they hid in the jungle for eight days with next to no food. They slept in the rain alongside mosquitoes, spiders and snakes.
When I arrived, I saw hundreds of people standing in lines, like the herding of sheep into fenced pens. They stood in fierce sunshine with looks of helplessness on their faces. I won’t forget this any time soon.
Trudging home with Mosi after a hard day’s work, the sun sets on the camp and I’m struck by its surreal and frightening beauty. Mosi and his friends say they want to live with some sort of dignity and safety.
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