"...go down in the city, and the sun shines on the bay..."
Darkness. What? Huh? Where am I?
In a van. On my way to Libya. I fell asleep.
What's that sound? Ah, my cell phone.
Country code 88?
Satellite phone. Fadl!
"Hey man, I made it."
My colleague Fadl had been on a joint humanitarian mission to Misrata — the sieged city in western Libya where most agree the people have the greatest need, but humanitarians have been unable to access. Fadl had gotten on a boat 36 hours before together with the International Organization for Migration and the Libyan Red Crescent to deliver humanitarian assistance and evacuate people stranded by the fighting.
It was a more uncertain situation that I'm used to sending someone into, and while we did everything possible to prepare for every contingency, hearing his voice and knowing he was back in international waters made me, well, breathe easier.
Can't wait to see him tonight and get his assessments.
After I give him a hug!