An Introduction to Violence From Here to Finvara On the eve of leaving for war torn Sudan, our writer is robbed at gunpoint on a DC street. (This post dates from March 13, but just turned up on the radar) It starts:
Life is full of ironies if you’re stupid enough to go looking for them. Take last night for example. I leave for Sudan in three days. It isn’t understatement to say that Sudan is awash in guns. And yet last night, after having lived (on and off) rather peaceably in Washington, DC for the past eight years, some friends and I got held up at gunpoint.
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