Two Eritrean refugees living in the UNHCR Shimelba Refugee Camp in northern Ethiopia are in love. They look into each other’s eyes and smile from somewhere deep inside their being. In the blazing sun they show me their vegetable garden growing green from the hardscrabble dirt under their soles. Then I am offered some flowers, their hands extending to mine.
Here it is some five years and a few months later and I am thinking of them. How are they? Where are they? Are they hungry? Are they safe? Is/Was their love enough to keep them going from day to day?