"So what does this look like for a day to day? I wish I could describe the stereotypical MSF assignment – driving around in the ubiquitous MSF land cruiser down dirt roads, working with marginal populations in basic healthcare facilities, wearing the white MSF t-shirt, saving lives on the frontline, operating in a deployable tent. But it’s not. There’s a subway here."
"I made it with all my luggage. I have to say, that was a huge relief. My luggage was significantly less than my previous assignment to Tajikistan (read: I didn't bring 4 bags of coffee and tons of Deirdre Soap), but nevertheless, it's always a lovely feeling to see your familiar orange backpack emerge from the conveyer belt. Yes, clean underwear is in the future!"
"The first time I met Mahmoud, he was walking down the road in West Mosul. The war was raging fewer than two kilometres away, the sound of explosions pierced the ear drums, the constant gunfire reigned terror on the nervous system, and there was Mahmoud – walking down the road with a mint plant in hand..."
It had been a busy morning, like most. It is difficult for patients coming from remote villages to travel during the night hours, so many have to wait until sunrise to start their journey to the hospital.
It’s Wednesday afternoon and a small crowd of doctors, nurses and patients have gathered around a tasty spread of local dishes laid out at the nursing station of the vesico-vaginal fistula (VVF) unit. The music is lowered for a few short speeches that are themed with thanks and gratitude. The music is then turned up again as the large 90’s style sound system is moved outdoors to the courtyard so as to carry on with the dancing portion of the party.