of preventable illness. i asked her what she wanted from life. ajob, she said, so i can look after little petty. in somalia he met a woman whose ten year old daughter had just died. his own children were about the same age. it seemed wrong to be there at what should have been a moment of private grief. she said it was all right if it might help to save her other daughter. i haven t the heart to count and it doesn t really matter. there were moments when he crossed the line between merely witnessing and actively intervening in the pain of others. we took those we could manage to the french military hospital, at times like this it s impossible not to cross the line that divides us, the observers, and those we observe. the rwandese translator we worked with then, seth ngarambe, told us his tutsi wife had been murdered by hutu extremists. but he was later accused of complicity in her murder and jailed. george wanted to know the truth, however painful, and went to find him in prison.
she said it was all right if it might help to save her other daughter. i haven t the heart to count and it doesn t really matter. there were moments when he crossed the line between merely witnessing and actively intervening in the pain of others. we took those we could manage to the french military hospital. at times like this, it s impossible not to cross the line that divides us, the observers and those we observe. the rwandese translator we worked with then, told us his tutsi wife had been murdered by hutu extremists, but he was later accused of complicity in her murder and jailed. george wanted to know the truth, however painful, and went to find him in prison. the nature of their reunion, the power of it says something profound about the george we knew and his extraordinary talent. well, looking better than i thought. yes. hey, seth, can we go and talk somewhere? it s wonderful. he even charmed men at the heart of sierra leone s normally secretive diamond trading business.
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she said it was all right if it might help to save her other daughter. i haven t the heart to count and it doesn t really matter. there were moments when he crossed the line between merely witnessing and actively intervening in the pain of others. we took those we could manage to the french military hospital, at times like this it s impossible not to cross the line that divides us, the observers, and those we observe. the rwandese translator we worked with then, seth ngarambe, told us his tutsi wife had been murdered by hutu extremists. but he was later accused of complicity in her murder and jailed. george wanted to know the truth, however painful, and went to find him in prison. the nature of their reunion, the power of it, says something profound about the george we knew and his extraordinary talent. you re looking well, you re looking better than i thought. yes. hey? seth, can we go and talk somewhere? it s wonderful. he even charmed men at the heart of sierra leone s normally
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