“Embry. It sounded strange on his lips, two warm syllables punctuated by the cracks and roars of the village burning behind us.” — Sierra Simone Copy Share Image
One of my earliest memories is walking up a muddy road into the mountains. It was raining. Behind me, my village was burning. When there was school, it was under a tree. Then the United Nations came. They fed me,… — Ban Ki-moon Copy Share Image
