The space in which humanitarianism exists becomes smaller and more difficult to navigate each day and yet the needs of those for which this movement is designed to assist, to bear witness to, remain.
Damien was in DRC for his first mission before he went to Somalia.
He was the kind of person that you like instantly because he made everyone around him feel at ease. He never stopped smiling. He was kind. He was young. He was a friend to everyone. When you looked into his eyes you saw someone who was trully alive and enjoying every moment.
The loss of his life and the lives of the other MSF team members can only be described as tragic, horrific, inexcusible.
Damien touched the lives of everyone he met and he will be very, very missed by everyone who knew him.
May those who knew him and those who loved him find comfort in knowing that although his time was cut much too short, the impact of his presence here, and everywhere he went, was profound and unforgettable.