Zagreb: Trg Kralja Tomistava 21

Geneva The cab driver barks at me. “Are you crazy? People are desperate to get out of there and they can’t leave! And you’re going there?”

Our objective is to create a tool to facilitate the recording of human rights violations.

I am repulsed by the images of torture, mutilation, death, every form of horror. I return the book to its place on the shelf feeling tremors of guilty attraction, hoping I will not be drawn back to that terrible mistress but knowing I probably will.

Bounthan looks pleadingly into my eyes and asks me to help his people. I assume he is asking for a donation and I start reaching for my wallet before realizing that he is asking for much more than money.