Somalia

I admit to having little specific in terms of emotion about this famous image. It appears so distant having been eclipsed by fresher images. When I think of that poor nation I immediately think of flying to san Franciso for my brother Tim's wedding and reading Scott Peterson's account of Somalia, Rwanda and the Sudan as we descended into the Bay Area. It was year almost to the day since I had devoured Farah's A Naked Needle and the stirring aside that there are no longer functioning telecommunication landlines linking to the outside world, the weight of such was stunning.