Only 76 steps each lap, so I ran quite a few laps during my 30 minute jog around a tiny small space inside the UNHCR compound that is our home for another week.
When I first visited these camps in 2005, both the refugees and I believed that they would be going home soon.
Camp Djabal threw us a party before we left last week. Here’s just a taste of what we were treated to.
It was a day full of emotions and moments. I asked our team to pick their favorite photo of the day. I’m sure it was as difficult for others as it was for me to choose just one. Here they are
It’s been ten years and the citizens of Goz Amer are still waiting. How will the residents of such a place receive newly displaced people hoping to return home soon?