A long and arduous journey, with many transfers and bumps along the way.
For the first time, David truly understood how difficult and dangerous it was to travel from a peaceful country to a war-torn region.
There were no direct flights. He had to transfer multiple times. For the last leg of the journey, he even had to ride in a rundown truck packed with refugees and supplies, crossing checkpoints and wilderness where stray bullets occasionally flew.
By the time he finally found the refugee camp medical post run by Doctors Without Borders, located in a border zone based on vague information, he was completely exhausted, unshaven, his clothes wrinkled and covered in dust, looking almost no different from the people fleeing around him. Only his deep-set eyes still burned with a stubborn li
