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Rickards was, literally, in the child’s face. The lens was just a few centimetres from the little boy’s nose, close enough to see the flies crawling in and out of his nostrils and eyes.
Sonja turned away from the gratuitous intrusion. The bureaucrat from the Namibian power company had not been at the site office when they returned from their tour of the construction works. He had been delayed by car trouble. Deiter Roberts had phoned the woman from the dam consortium. She was not due to meet with the TV crew for another two hours, but she offered to meet them at a nearby village. The plan had been for her to brief them at the site office first, and for them to end their first day with a trip to the village, but if they reversed the order they could film around the community first and
