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We left LAX on Saturday on our 23rd trip to refugee camps along the Chad-Sudan border. After a four hour layover in Paris, we landed in Gabon on Sunday night. Gabon?! It’s the third time I’ve been to Gabon, and none of those times was it part of the plan. Chad never makes it easy for you. I was prepared for the normal logistical obstacles that come along once you land in the capital, but this time we couldn’t even land because of a sand storm. 

Flying into Goz Beida, eastern Chad.


Yet even with the Gabon detour, I am now writing from eastern Chad only four days after leaving LAX. That’s a record compared to recent trips when it has taken us up to ten days to get out of the capital. We will soon get to visit our friends at refugee camp Goz Amer. I have now been coming to these camps for more than ten years, and it never gets any easier—logistically or emotionally.  

On the other side of the border, just a few miles away, violence rages on in Darfur with horrible news coming out of Jebel Marra. Tens of thousands of people are being displaced. They are again seeing family members being killed, women being raped, and children experiencing hunger and disease. But Darfur barely makes the news, and public outrage has almost disappeared. With other crises around the