Mogadishu: the ‘antidote’ to boredom
We are just four hundred metres from the front line with Islamist militants, a line that Bill had marked out on a map for us before we left the airport. And our guides are virtually certain that the militants or their sympathisers have infiltrated this refugee camp. Why wouldn’t they, if it was the only way you could be fed?
We film the desperately hungry children who have been carried here by their parents from the famine zone, perilously close to death. Listless bodies, distended stomachs, rib-cages on the verge of becoming carcasses. We hope the pictures will shock the world.
While our genius leaders debate trillion-dollar debt ceilings and the abolishment of tax loopholes…