I have 26 minutes before I have breakfast and our morning meeting. Then we’re off on a 20 minute car ride through the most beautiful hills to Davos for day 2.
Yesterday I learnt a number of things: the term “climate refugees”, they bomb the potential avalanche areas around here, teenager can be among the most passionate activists around, but the most interesting story I heard, via a UNCHR guy, after they went through the Refugee Run was of two people (one presumably an aid worker and his brother, brought along for the ride, a photographer) who were visiting and photographing an area of former warfare for inspection and observation. As they ventured into this territory they encountered a slight tuft in the dirt. After a little further inspection it turned out to be a mine. They looked up and they had drifted into a mine field. Looking for the border that was relatively nearby they saw the edge and decided they had to head towards it. It was very delicate process. Touch and go all the way. Painstakingly looking, touching, feeling before each step and closely followed with a sigh of relief. Then it started all over. The whole process took 3 days. For a distance that would have taken, presumably, minutes. The incident was so intense that the photographer upon returning to his home country lost all his hair.
And it wasn’t me.
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Heya Benj! Soooo proud of you guys, and thinking of you ALL from down under!! Hope the rest of the week is awesome, and each of you have strength and energy in abundance!!! Loadsa love to you all!:)
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