It was a hot morning, emergency room was busy as usual. While all colleagues were fully occupied by patients, one more patient had arrived by stretcher. She was a 6 year-old girl, father looked very nervous.
Near dinner time, the phone rang as usual, colleagues informed me there was something urgent and needed my hands. The patient was a little girl, general appearance was critical, no chest ups and downs, appeared to have no breathing.
I am now in Islamabad, the capital of Pakistan, and have been waiting for a week for a special permit to my workplace, Pakistan's Chaman. Chaman is in the north-west of Pakistan, only a few kilometers across Afghanistan
Despite the surprise of finding Gweru recently on a world map (in the absence of the likes of Harare and Bulawayo) the fact remains that Gweru is, in reality, a small town that feels like a large village. I’m certain that I could walk from one side to the other (and probably back again!) in the co
White noise. I’m hunched over the radio, but however close I lean to the receiver, I just hear white noise. I’ve got my eyes closed and I’m frowning. I’m actually trying to squint with my ears. It sounds like a mouse has crept into the microphone and is scrambling around in there.