“We don’t like journalists” he says with a sharp American accent. “You come here just to fit us in your already written story”. The sturdy man in a long robe who confronts me at the entrance of Gornja Maoca, a small mountain village in Eastern Bosnia, flaunts a full islamic beard and a wry grin. “You should convert to islam” he cuts short, and desappears in the mosque. The flags…
It wasn’t easy to reach Mabass. Past the sprawling refugee camps and the dusty market small town of Mokolo, the road becomes a broken track climbing the rocky hills. The soldiers at the check point were suspicious of my presence, they hadn’t seen “blancs” on that trail, but after some bargaining I could go ahead. Mabass is at the heart of the military red zone where the Cameroonian army fights…
Little Carmeline wasn’t playing like the other children in the small village of Shisong, North West Cameroun. At two she only weighted 5 kg and was always sick, with frequent fevers and weak feet. Her mother Pascaline, a teacher, finally took her to the nearby Cardiac Center where she was diagnosed a severe aortic stenosis. She wouldn’t have survived without a surgery. She underwent the operation in April 2012 and…
Another car bomb (six dead and scores wounded), this time at the entrance of the governor’s office in Erbil, the usually rather safe capital of the Kurdish autonomous region. It’s a disturbing event: it shows that the 1,000 km common frontier with the Caliphate is hard to defend and that the Is is not short of fanatics willing to attack civilian and military targets. The Caliphate forces seem to be…
The last check point is a maze of sand and gravel mounds at the end of an empty road. Heavily armed kurdish peshmergas are positioned on the ridge of a barren hill looking at the town of Jalawlah, now in the hands of the Is, just two kilometres away: I can see the the minarets and the greenish valley below the setting sun. Here is where I start my journey…
Going back home through the windswept alleys of the Hammamet medina at night I ruminated what I was told by a policeman at a checkpoint: something will happen before dawn. He was right. Elections are just three days away and something always happens when Tunisians head to the polls. So I wasn’t surprised when the phone rang in the morning with the news that a 25 years old soldier, Ashref…
A plastic chair and a few plastic flowers in the yard of the jesuit monastery in Homs: this is where the Dutch father Frans van der Lugt was murdered in cold blood on April 7th. A bullet in the head, and he was gone: just a few days before an Iranian-brokered deal ended the worst battle of the Syrian war. After months of negotiations more then 2,000 jihadist gunmen were…
Bangkok, May 24th, 2014. Soldiers in the streets, schools and universities closed, 10 pm-5 am curfew imposed, BBC and CNN off air, censorship on media, ex prime minister Yingluck Shinawatra and 135 other politicians arrested, $ 3.5m military US aid (temporarily) suspended, the Senate dissolved. So goes the 18th coup (11 of them successful) since the end of the absolute monarchy in 1932. It’s a familiar pattern. But this time…
The sound of machine guns and RPGs cracks in the air at the break of noon and goes on no stop well into the pitch-black night. It looks like Mogadishu at the high of the civil war, with barricades of burning tires and charred vehicles cutting the roads, mad-max militiamen hunting down people in the streets with machetes and AK47s, congolese and burundese soldiers firing at random, choppers flying overhead,…
After the carnage it all came down in less than 24 hours. Friday was the reckoning day. At sunset, as the crowd paraded the dead through the streets, hundreds of masked robocop-youngs surged from the blood-stained pavement of Maidan square and once more climbed the barricades, vowing to fight to the end. Priests mourned and waved their crosses, activists filled Molotov bottles, students brought helmets, stones and metal bars, doctors…