Back in Libya
I just arrived in Misarata on a flight full of wounded rebels. The town is still standing, groups of women in hijab and burkhas shop in well stocked stores beneath gaping holes left by Gadaffi’s mortars. Not so many guns on the streets, but lots of young men. It’s good to be back in a free Libya, but everyone intensely waiting to see what this actually means. Always strange to see a place that was once the center of the journalistic world for hundreds of reporters, now empty. But the stories remain, and easy to see the ways the aftermath of this conflict will effect generations to come, for better and worse.
