I’m constantly in a state of feeling so shocked and guilty about the fact that this is the state of so much of the world and yet, for some reason I wound up over here with ridiculous privileges. As a kid, I truly thought I had it hard. I was always sad and never knew why. I got made fun of a few times in school for the way I looked. But in reality, these things don’t matter at all and they’re so silly compared to kids who endured that and ALSO the stress/fear of war, poverty, racism, and murder. Some kids had to study for tests (if they were lucky enough to go to school) with the sound of bullets going off in the distance. Having to carry on after witnessing one or both parents murdered. Once you start to dig, you realize how widespread this is. This is the real life of millions of children.
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Photo by @nicholesobecki | Nearly four years ago, I met this Eritrean family as they carried their belongings through Adi-Harush Camp, Ethiopia, in the midst of a light rain. They’d left behind one of the world’s fastest-emptying nations: a country of about 4.5 million, governed by a dictatorship, that has played an outsize role in the migration crisis. At the time, the cold war between Ethiopia and Eritrea seemed intractable, a tense stalemate that had endured since 2000. With the arrival of peace last year, I’ve been thinking a lot about this family, and the many others who fled their homes, and what this new opening means for them. #ethiopia #eritrea #migration #peace #nicholesobecki