Fallen from the sky
A journey through war, privilege, and the uneasy grace of survival.
Fallen from the sky
Three hours between sky and heat. From the cockpit of the Cessna four-seater I finally spotted the old airfield near Bafata, a scar of orange laterite cutting through rough grass. A shack for a terminal. A truck beside it with a gun far too large for my comfort. I just prayed they’d already run out of ammo.
A few men stood in the shade…
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