Coming back: diary of a mission to Afghanistan
"March 2002: the repatriation of Afghan refugees begins. It is one of the largest migrations in history, an exodus of biblical proportions, yet this time people are not fleeing, but returning to their own country, where they find demolished houses, mined fields and limited supplies. Edoardo Albinati spent four months in Afghanistan working in the UNHCR centres where the tide of returnees was at its peak. He travelled around Kabul, Kandahar, the deserts and the rural areas in search of solutions to the problems of reintegrating refugees. This book - written with the zest of a diarist and peopled by a myriad unforgettable faces and stories - is the daily account of what he saw, heard and did (or tried to do) while hundreds of thousands of people struggling for survival rolled past in overcrowded trucks. It is a critical, impassioned reportage on a gigantic collective effort whose outcome is still highly uncertain." - inside front cover.
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