I was just leaving to take the basic baskets when the voice of our volunteer, on the other end of the line, with a beautiful and strong...

It was November 1999 when I had my first contact with a refugee shelter. On the other side of the world, in a small country, on the east...

It was after 1 pm when he called. I was worried because he is not usually late. We had arranged for lunch at home. It had been a while...

As soon as he saw me from afar, he got up, called me “Abuna” (so the shepherds in his country are called), and invited me to sit next to...