“When it comes to killing your neighbor, man’s imagination is limitless.”
Quite a beautiful and powerful idea to explore the conflicts that shook the world from the end of the 20th century to the beginning of the 20th century by following in the footsteps of Grégory, a nurse for a Red Cross NGO.
Grégory whose life is to go as close as possible, inside the wars, in South Sudan, in Bosnia-Herzegovina, in Rwanda or in Chechnya, in Liberia, in Afghanistan, in the Democratic Republic of Congo, in the strip of Gaza and each time discovering the worst horrors of which man is capable, surveying the world and hoping to save it.
A sacred novel that you won’t put down from the first pages, a novel filled with tears and impotent rage, but overflowing with love, compassion and humanity.
Avoiding any explanatory geopolitics, but nevertheless extremely documented, the one who is proclaimed as the new queen of the French thriller Karine Giebel gives us a frank and direct story which uppercuts the reader.
Grégory encounters encounters after encounters, terrifying, unbearable or incredibly benevolent, damages and repairs himself, impossible for him to leave this profession which strengthens him and gives meaning to his life as much as it absorbs all his vital energy .
Gregory the humanitarian, modern Hercules carrying out his work in a world forgotten by the Gods.
A challenging, useful and necessary read.
“Here, in Casamance, in the south of Senegal, they are the countless testimonies of the conflict between the Casamance separatist movement and the government of Dakar. a clash which has lasted since the early 1980s
February 2002.
Senegal, Casamance, Ziguinchor.
The mines, again.
All over the planet, they patiently lie in wait for their prey. A man, a woman or a child to kill, to mutilate
February 2002.
Senegal, Casamance, Ziguinchor.
The mines, again.
All over the planet, they patiently lie in wait for their prey. A man, a woman or a child to kill, to mutilate
A life to destroy.
A hand, an arm, or a leg to tear off. A face to disfigure.
When the combatants have left, victor or loser, they continue their work of destruction.
In the four corners of the world, sneaky, cowardly.
Invisible and blind.
In the fields, along the roadsides, on the small paths, they wait to accomplish their mission.
Spread fear, suffering and death.
Here, in Casamance, in the south of Senegal, they are countless testimonies of the conflict between the Casamance separatist movement and the government in Dakar.
