Mogadishu had never been one of Jozef's favourite places. It was hot and smelled like mildew and dirt. The red zone, where they were currently hiding out, smelled like s**t too, from improper sewage disposal in that part of the city. They had to be constantly vigilant so as not to get caught up in the ongoing violence between sectors. The poverty was nearly overwhelming.
Ordinarily poverty in a region he was travelling through wouldn't bother Jozef. He'd travelled the world, seen poverty of every kind.
Now, he was looking at it through Shaun's eyes. Everywhere he looked he saw starving children, women prostituting themselves to feed their families, injustice.
"Ali, go get us something to eat," Cooper said from his cot, where he was laying with his hands twined behind his head, staring
