Field Stories

And so, the next stroke of genius from the higher-ups landed squarely in my lap. “We need you in Panjshir Valley to rehabilitate hospitals there.” Lovely. Picture this: I was already knee-deep in the chaos of Sarpoza Prison, working under the suspicious glares of guards who would have loved to slap a “spy” label on me for simply […]

They called it a “welcome tour.” I called it a sneak preview of my impending mental breakdown. My first one-week mission to Simeulue was supposedly to “get briefed” on the projects I’d be handling — but let’s be honest, it was really just an orientation to chaos, remote island-style. Nothing says warm island hospitality like