The green lowlands, Kebri Dahar and Jijiga, erratic politicians-a difficult Government. The Somali region, so close but not accessible and so insecure. Sleeping at Livestock Research Institute because the UN compound was full already, communicating to local drivers who know everything except for the little of obstacle of not having a common language. Meskel Square and Haile Sellassie Palace. Driving the way trough Bole Road till Winston Churchill Avenue. A field spirit of friendship and comradery above all organisational boundaries. The true meaning of protection, the humanitarian imperative, the real UN philosophy, the real politick. The usual divide between field and Headquarters. IDPs first shouting at you when arriving from war-zones - desperate to get some assistance, in the end hugging you and thanking you for the work done. Injera, IAB and lamb stews, with loads of teas and coffee. Shaping a response for people in need and the knowledge to contribute to alleviation of civilian suffering. An in all of this, sleepless nights, the consideration that I am not the center of the Universe and yes some else can do all of that and will be good at that.
"I came with a smile, I left with a smile and an open heart"
All of this is there, in my mind.
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