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The four youngsters lark around in Sallum while they wait for resettlement.
UNHCR / N. Bose / June 2011
Away Alone: Unaccompanied children find shelter after fleeing Libya
SALLUM, Egypt, June 21 (UNHCR) – Big, beautiful eyes barely hide the pain she’s been through. Rosie has lived in three countries – Ethiopia, Sudan and Libya. The teenager never had a chance to set down roots, driven out of each country to save herself, always in search of somewhere to call home.
But the 17-year-old Ethiopian refugee was also all on her own, encountered at the depressing border crossing town of Sallum in north-west Egypt after fleeing from war-torn Libya. She was not the only unaccompanied minor stranded there.
David, also 17, is a loner who keeps to himself in a tent pitched in one corner of Sallum’s port area. He has no friends, unlike 16-year-old Robert and Gerry, 15, who met in a Libyan Red Crescent camp in Benghazi earlier this year and have become firm buddies.
All four had been stuck for months at Sallum, unable to join the average of 2,000 people entering Egypt daily from Libya, mostly Egyptians and Libyans. Since conflict erupted in Libya last February, more than 300,000 people have entered Egypt through Sallum, with many carrying on to their home countries.
Rosie, David, Robert and Gerry have different characters and different concerns, but with UNHCR’s help their lives are about to improve, with all four accepted for resettlement in Sweden. Thousands of other children are not so fortunate and the plight of unaccompanied minors caught up in the Libya crisis is a major concern.
Life has not been kind to Rosie, who last saw her mother when she was two, and lost her father seven years later. After constant ill-treatment by her abusive stepmother, the then 12-year-old girl fled from the Ethiopian capital of Addis Ababa in 2006 and went to Khartoum in neighbouring Sudan.
She worked illegally in a cafeteria but trouble was round the corner. "One day, the police came and took all of us. I was detained for six months and was beaten in prison," Rosie told UNHCR. "We slept hungry as we were not given enough food."
It was time to leave again. She and a group of friends made their way to Tripoli in Libya, where she contacted UNHCR and applied for asylum. Her friends made the risky boat crossing to Italy, but Rosie was sick and could not join them. She moved to Benghazi and worked as a maid. "I felt sick, but I was working to survive. Without work, I couldn’t live." Then the war came.
David was born in exile in Sudan and never knew his Eritrean parents. Perhaps that explains his character – his only real family was a Christian nun, who died when he was 12. "I still miss her so much," the young man said. His new guardian tried to convert David to Islam. "My life was harsh and I ran away," he recalled.
He also went to Khartoum, where he worked as a cleaner. He met other Eritreans and made his way with them to Libya two years ago. "I thought there was a better life in Libya, I didn’t know any better." David, who ended up working in Benghazi, claimed he was detained and tortured for his religious beliefs.
Gerry and Robert, meanwhile, embarked on their solo voyages as unaccompanied minors because they feared being conscripted into the Eritrean armed forces. Both spent time in eastern Sudan’s Shegerab refugee camp before crossing the Sahara Desert to Libya with the help of people smugglers.
Unlike Rosie and David, the two boys have blood relatives that they miss desperately. "I’m not sure if what I did was worth leaving my family for," said Gerry. "I love my family, my parents and, more than anyone else, my grandmother."
Robert’s mother thought he was dead. She only discovered where he was and how he was when he called home recently from Sallum. "My mother was so happy. I told her how I left and about my life," including the problems he had sometimes faced as a Christian in Libya.
The conflict in Libya was a turning point for all of them. For Rosie, it was a nightmare because people from sub-Saharan Africa became targets. "Libyans were breaking into our homes, attacking Africans. It was not safe," she recalled. The four of them found their way to the Red Crescent camp in Benghazi before moving to the border, where they faced new problems.
Aside from being stranded at the border until their ultimate destination could be decided on, they also had to endure tough living conditions alongside some 800 other refugees and asylum-seekers. Latterly they have been living in tents, braving the cold nights, the blinding dust storms and the swarms of flies.
For these four children, the wait is over – they are among a group of 145 refugees in Sallum to be resettled in Sweden, starting this month. And they’re looking forward to it.
Robbed of a happy childhood, Rosie and dour David are most excited by the thought of going to school. Robert, meanwhile, can’t stop smiling. "I am so happy. I want to study computer science and play football."
His pal Gerry, who wants to become an engineer, said he would "always remember what I went through," while adding wistfully: "I want to see my grandmother. I love her so much, but I can never go back to Eritrea." But the four will face many new challenges.
* All names have been changed for protection reasons
By Nayana Bose in Sallum, Egypt
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all participants in the Earth Hour Discussion got a copy of "Letter to Maddie" featured below:
We Screwed Up
A Letter of Apology to My Granddaughter
By Chip Ward
Today my three kids are, thankfully, healthy adults. But now that grandchildren are being added to our family, my blood runs cold whenever I project out 50 years and imagine what their world will be like at middle age — assuming they get that far and that there is still a recognizable “world” to be part of. I wrote the following letter to my granddaughter, Madeline, who is almost four years old. Although she cannot read it today, I hope she will read it in a future that proves so much better than the one that is probable, and so terribly unfair. I’m sharing this letter with other parents and grandparents in the hope that it may move them to embrace their roles as citizens and commit to the hard work of making the planet viable, the economy equitable, and our culture democratic for the many Madelines to come.]
March 20, 2012
I address this letter to you, but please share it with Jack, Tasiah, and other grandchildren who are yet unborn. Also, with your children and theirs. My unconditional love for my children and grandchildren convinces me that, if I could live long enough to embrace my great-grandchildren, I would love them as deeply as I love you.
On behalf of my generation of grandparents to all of you, I want to apologize.
I am sorry we used up all the oil. It took a million years for those layers of carbon goo to form under the Earth’s crust and we used up most of it in a geological instant. No doubt there will be some left and perhaps you can get around the fact that what remains is already distant, dirty, and dangerous, but the low-hanging fruit will be long-gone by the time you are my age. We took it all.
There’s no excuse, really. We are gas-hogs, plain and simple. We got hooked on faster-bigger-more and charged right over the carrying capacity of the planet. Oil made it possible.
Machines are our slaves and coal, oil, and gas are their food. They helped us grow so much of our own food that we could overpopulate the Earth. We could ship stuff and travel all over the globe, and still have enough fuel left to drive home alone in trucks in time to watch Monday Night Football.
Rocket fuel, fertilizer, baby bottles, lawn chairs: we made everything and anything out of oil and could never get enough of it. We could have conserved more for you to use in your lifetime. Instead, we demonstrated the self-restraint of crack addicts. It’s been great having all that oil to play with and we built our entire world around that. Living without it will be tough. Sorry.
I hope we develop clean, renewable energy sources soon, or that you and your generation figure out how to do that quickly. In the meantime, sorry about the climate. We just didn’t realize our addiction to carbon would come with monster storms, epic droughts, Biblical floods, wildfire infernos, rising seas, migration, starvation, pestilence, civil war, failed states, police states, and resource wars.
I’m sure Henry Ford didn’t see that coming when he figured out how to mass-produce automobiles and sell them to Everyman. I know my parents didn’t see the downside of using so much gas and coal. The all-electric house and a car in the driveway was their American Dream. For my generation, owning a car became a birthright. Today, it would be hard for most of us to live without a car. I have no idea what you’ll do to get around or how you will heat your home. Oops!
We also pigged out on most of the fertile soil, the forests and their timber, and the oceans that teemed with fish before we scraped the seabed raw, dumped our poisonous wastes in the water, and turned it acid and barren. Hey, that ocean was an awesome place and it’s too bad you can’t know it like we did. There were bright coral reefs, vibrant runs of red salmon, ribbons of birds embroidering the shores, graceful shells, the solace and majesty of the wild sea…
…But then I never saw the vast herds of bison that roamed the American heartland, so I know it is hard to miss something you only saw in pictures. We took lots of photos.
We thought we were pretty smart because we walked a man on the moon. Our technology is indeed amazing. I was raised without computers, smart phones, and the World Wide Web, so I appreciate how our engineering prowess has enhanced our lives, but I also know it has a downside.
When I was a kid we worried that the Cold War would go nuclear. And it wasn’t until a river caught fire near Cleveland that we realized fouling your own nest isn’t so smart after all. Well, you know about the rest — the coal-fired power plants, acid rain, the hole in the ozone…
www.tomdispatch.com/images/managed/fear2.gifThere were plenty of signs we took a wrong turn but we kept on going. Dumb, stubborn, blind: Who knows why we couldn’t stop? Greed maybe — powerful corporations we couldn’t overcome. It won’t matter much to you who is to blame. You’ll be too busy coping in the diminished world we bequeath you.
One set of problems we pass on to you is not altogether our fault. It was handed down to us by our parents’ generation so hammered by cataclysmic world wars and economic hardship that they armed themselves to the teeth and saw enemies everywhere. Their paranoia was understandable, but they passed their fears on to us and we should have seen through them. I have lived through four major American wars in my 62 years, and by now defense and homeland security are powerful industries with a stranglehold on Congress and the economy. We knew that was a lousy deal, but trauma and terror darkened our imaginations and distorted our priorities. And, like you, we needed jobs.
Sorry we spent your inheritance on all that cheap bling and, especially, all those weapons of mass destruction. That was crazy and wasteful. I can’t explain it. I guess we’ve been confused for a long time now.
Oh, and sorry about the confusion. We called it advertising and it seemed like it would be easy enough to control. When I was a kid, commercials merely interrupted entertainment. Don’t know when the lines all blurred and the buy, buy, buy message became so ubiquitous and all-consuming. It just got outta hand and we couldn’t stop it, even when we realized we hated it and that it was taking us over. We turned away from one another, tuned in, and got lost.
I’m betting you can still download this note, copy it, share it, bust it up and remake it, and that you do so while plugged into some sort of electrical device you can’t live without — so maybe you don’t think that an apology for technology is needed and, if that’s the case, an apology is especially relevant. The tools we gave you are fine, but the apps are mostly bogus. We made an industry of silly distraction. When our spirits hungered, we fed them clay that filled but did not nourish them. If you still don’t know the difference, blame us because we started it.
And sorry about the chemicals. I mean the ones you were born with in your blood and bones that stay there — even though we don’t know what they’ll do to you). Who thought that the fire retardant that kept smokers from igniting their pillows and children’s clothes from bursting into flames would end up in umbilical cords and infants?
It just seemed like better living through chemistry at the time. Same with all the other chemicals you carry. We learned to accept cancer and I guess you will, too. I’m sure there will be better treatments for that in your lifetime than we have today. If you can afford them, that is. Turning healthcare over to predatory corporations was another bad move.
All in all, our chemical obsession was pretty reckless and we got into that same old pattern: just couldn’t give up all the neat stuff. Oh, we tried. We took the lead out of gasoline and banned DDT, but mostly we did too little, too late. I hope you’ve done better. Maybe it will help your generation to run out of oil, since so many of the toxic chemicals came from that. Anyway, we didn’t see it coming and we could have, should have. Our bad.
There are so many other things I wish I could change for you. We leave behind a noisy world. Silence is rare today, and unless some future catastrophe has left your numbers greatly diminished, your machines stilled, and your streets ghostly empty, it is likely that the last remnants of tranquility will be gone by the time you are my age.
And how about all those species, the abundant and wondrous creatures that are fading away forever as I write these words? I never saw a polar bear and I guess you can live without that, too, but when I think of the peep and chirp of frogs at night, the hum of bees busy on a flower bed, the trill of birds at dawn, and so many other splendorous pleasures that you may no longer have, I ache with regret. We should have done more to keep the planet whole and well, but we couldn’t get clear of the old ways of seeing, the ingrained habits, the way we hobble one another’s choices so that the best intentions never get realized.
Mostly I’m sorry about taking all the good water. When I was a child I could kneel down and drink from a brook or spring wherever we camped and played. We could still hike up to glaciers and ski down snow-capped mountains.
Clean, crisp, cold, fresh water is life’s most precious taste. A life-giving gift, all water is holy. I repeat: holy. We treated it, instead, as if it were merely useful. We wasted and tainted it and, again in a geological moment, sucked up aquifers that had taken 10,000 years to gather below ground. In my lifetime, glaciers are melting away, wells are running dry, dust storms are blowing, and rivers like the mighty Colorado are running dry before they reach the sea. I hate to think of what will be left for you. Sorry. So very, very sorry.
I’m sure there’s a boatload of other trouble we’re leaving you that I haven’t covered here. My purpose is not to offer a complete catalog of our follies and atrocities, but to do what we taught your parents to do when they were as little as you are today.
When you make a mistake, we told them, admit it, and then do better. If you do something wrong, own up and say you are sorry. After that, you can work on making amends.
I am trying to see a way out of the hardship and turmoil we are making for you. As I work to stop the madness, I will be mindful of how much harder your struggles will be as you deal with the challenges we leave you to face.
The best I can do to help you through the overheated future we are making is to love you now. I cannot change the past and my struggle to make a healthier future for you is uncertain, but today I can teach you, encourage you, and help you be as strong and smart and confident as you can be, so that whatever the future holds, whatever crises you face, you are as ready as possible. We will learn to laugh together, too, because love and laughter can pull you through the toughest times.
I know a better world is possible. We create that better world by reaching out to one another, listening, learning, and speaking from our hearts, face to face, neighbor to neighbor, one community after another, openly, inclusively, bravely. Democracy is not a gift to be practiced only when permitted. We empower ourselves. Our salvation is found in each other, together.
Across America this morning and all around the world, our better angels call to us, imploring us to rise up and be as resilient as our beloved, beautiful children and grandchildren, whose future we make today. We can do better. I promise.
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According to the card I got with it this jet bear fetish was "Created by a member of the Zuni craftsmen Cooperative". A jet bear with rain clouds by Emery Boone.
I made room on a shelf with crafts from Ecuador and Peru (I bought during travel to those countries), for the Zuni jet bear.
The Zuni Pueblo has produced some outstanding artisans. They do beautiful work (pottery, jewelry, and inlaid stone fetishes). We stopped first at the visitors’ center which is modest in comparison to the huge modern facility at Acoma. We bought our camera permit and got a map of the pueblo.
We were told where the one official jewelry outlet was located (Zuni Craftsman Cooperative); direction to the old town center where the church is located; and luke warm recommendation for a place to at (good food, high prices – was the Zuni lady’s opinion of Chu Chu’s.
I got my favorite photograph of this road trip day, right outside the Zuni visitors’ center. A young Zuni girl was holding her puppy dog. I asked if I could take her photo with her dog, and she agreed. She said she named her puppy dog “Angel”. Later she came in the visitors’ center where Ed was purchasing some jewelry from the little girl’s Mom. It was a nice experience all the way around.
The old church was in rough condition as was everything we saw at the Zuni Pueblo. Even their version of the “photography rules sign” standing outside the church, had been vandalized. Still, we took a few photos and then headed for the Zuni crafts cooperative.
It was a very interesting place to visit and the women working behind the counter with local Zuni buying every kind of raw jewelry making supplies you can imagine. It was really interesting to watch, who bought what and the wide array of shells, minerals, silver wire, and other supplies that were available to the artisans here.
At the back of the co-op was a small glass windowed “retail outlet” section. The workers at the co-operative places low priority on working the retail section and devoted all of their time and attention to taking care of their supply business up front. When one woman made her way to the back a man, who had been waiting longer than me, purchased a beautiful inlaid turquoise belt buckle for a couple hundred dollars.
I made a modest purchase of a jet bear inlaid with turquoise to from a thunderstorm cloud and rain. I was very happy with my purchase. Then a young lady with a very expensive camera waited to buy something after me. With all those purchasing the crafts by local artisans it was a surprise to see how indifferent they seemed about retail sales. Once they got to us, they were nice, courteous and professional.
We then headed to Chu Chu’s for dinner. Lovely building. Nice hostess. But, very sloooooow service and “fair” food. After dinner at the Zuni Pueblo we headed north to our next destination which was Canyon de Chelly. We would end up getting motel rooms in Chinle, Arizona there as the day ended. I’m glad we stopped to see both the Acoma Pueblo and the Zuni Pueblo, but neither are on my “return one day” list. Of the two, Acoma Pueblo is by far the best visit.
☼ ACTIVITIES DAY SEVEN OF TWELVE ☼
This would be an interesting day of travel on this road trip but not a particularly good day for photographs. In fact, there is only one photograph that I took the entire day that I’m proud of. The rest do little more than share a story of road trip travels and preserve good memories.
After a now customary big breakfast at Denny’s, we left Grants, New Mexico for El Morro National Monument. El Morro had perhaps the most interesting history of any place we visited on this road trip. There are few “knock out” photos to be had here but hiking along the inscriptions panel on the face of the cliffs; the water pool that “made” the place; or up across the top of the cliffs where there are kivas and masonry ruins and views for hundreds of miles – – certainly made this a great place to stop and visit.
Leaving El Morro, we drove to the Zuni Pueblo. I got my favorite photograph of the day of a young Zuni girl clutching her precious puppy, she said she had named “angel”. Zuni Pueblo though, is one of two places we visited on this road trip that I would not highly recommend. The pueblo itself is so run down it is a bit depressing, even though all the Zuni people we met were friendly, helpful, and wonderful people.
The women working the official Zuni crafts outlet store will never make a living working on sales commission but in their own unhurried way, they went about life. I bought a jet bear fetish here with an inlaid turquoise rain cloud. A card came with it telling of the Zuni craftsman, who created it. It is something I will long treasure, though a return trip to Zuni Pueblo will never be high on my list. The church at Zuni Pueblo, like most else there is in bad need of some care.
One of the many guide books I had with me said that highway 13 coming in from the Northeast of Canyon de Chelly was scenic, so Ed and I plotted a route to Chinle, Arizona that would take us north up highway 491 from Gallup, New Mexico, then over the mountains on highway 13 to the north edge of Canyon de Chelly (Canyon del Muerto is the north canyon).
The weather was windy and often with lots of clouds on our drive to Canyon de Chelly, but the back roads were interesting to drive. My wife and I had taken our four wheel drive truck with an old Navajo guide up Canyon del Muerto and we had revisited the rim several times. Still it was a place I enjoy and Ed hadn’t been there, so it was a worthwhile place to visit along the way.
We got rooms at Chinle and Ed helped me back up all the photos I had taken thus far on the road trip (LOTS), by unloading them to his computer then saving them on an 8 gb flash drive that I had purchased for the purpose at Moab.
By the way. Ed has taken two photo safaris to Africa in the last few years. His photographs of those trips on his “oldwrangler” Flickr photo site are outstanding. He used an Epson external hard drive and photo viewer “back up” on those trips. He had the Epson along on this trip and I fell in love with it. Probably too pricey for me, but I have looked at the P2000 and P4000 models on the internet, since our return from this road trip, with interest.
Here is the link to Ed’s “oldwrangler” Flickr photos: www.flickr.com/photos/31726639@N04/sets/
☼ 3,875 MILE/12 DAY ~ 4 CORNERS ROAD TRIP OVERVIEW ☼
At the start of year 2011, I made tentative plans to take a two week solo “road trip” through the Four Corners area (The Colorado Plateau), during the last half of March. Then, if my wife could get the time needed off from her part time job, I also planned a “road trip” vacation to the Southwest, in April with her.
When I put the plan together for the March trip, I decided to see if an old friend of mine, Ed (Flickr’s: OldWrangler), might be interested in joining me. I volunteered to take my old four wheel drive pickup truck and split the gasoline expense with him. We would each get an inexpensive motel room on the road to serve as “base camps” to hike, photograph, and explore back roads in the Four Corners area.
Not only did Ed accept but he also proposed that we take his brand new 4-door Jeep Wrangler instead of my old pickup truck. That didn’t take any thinking on my part. I LOVE Jeeps and Ed and I have always got along well (decades ago, I worked for him and we had taken a fun road trip together back in 2008, along with my friend John and my youngest son). The deal was sealed.
We left my house in Central Washington early Monday morning on the 14th of March. We returned 12 days and 3,875 miles later on Friday evening March 25th. We spent a lot of time drinking Diet Pepsi from the ice chest and keeping the hits of the 60s (and occasionally the 70s), cranked up high on the Jeep’s Sirius satellite radio sound system. Sing along music! “Road trip” tunes.
Weather often dictated changes to our proposed route and activities. We stayed flexible, and in the end we visited the large majority of places we had hoped to see, when the road trip began. We had sun and clear skies, snow, dust storms, and high winds at times. Ed’s Jeep had an outside temperature display. We drove in everything from18 degree weather to temperatures in the 70s in New Mexico.
Here in outline form are the places we saw, hiked, photographed, and visited during the 12 day road trip:
* Interstate travel from my house in Central Washington to Lehi, Utah
* Scenic back roads ( Hwys: 6, 89, & 31) from Spanish Fork to Huntington, Utah
* Dirt road travel to “The Wedge” and down Buckhorn Wash to I-70.
* Side trip to the Head of Sinbad petroglyph and then on to Moab.
* Island in the Sky district of Canyonlands NP (Mesa Arch & Upheaval Dome)
* The Shafer “Jeep” Trail down to the White Rim road and back to Moab.
* Hike to Delicate Arch & visit Windows section in Arches NP.
* Newspaper Rock in the Needles district of Canyonlands NP
* Attempt back road travel thru the Abajo Mountains to Monticello
* Edge of the Cedars museum in Blanding, Utah
* Hovenweep – Square tower group loop hike
* Shiprock and then on to Farmington, New Mexico.
* Bisti Badlands hike (My favorite hike on the trip)
* Chaco Canyon (Chetro Ketl and Pueblo Bonito) visit
* Scenic highway 96 and then down into Santa Fe, New Mexico.
* Santo Domingo Pueblo (turquoise & pueblo oven bread)
* Cerrillos and the Turquoise Trail (highway 14)
* Acoma Sky City pueblo
* El Morro national monument hike
* Zuni pueblo then on to Grants, New Mexico
* Scenic highway 34 through Crystal to Canyon de Chelly national monument
* Canyon del Muerto rim of Canyon de Chelly. Stay in Chinle, Arizona
* White house ruin overlook at Canyon de Chelly
* Drive through a major dust storm getting pelted with flying tumbleweeds
* Highway 264 across Hopi Mesas to Tuba City then to Page, Arizona
* Try “walk in” lottery for “The Wave” (failed…….again)
* Visit Upper antelope slot canyon
* Big Bend of Colorado River
* The Toadstools hike
* Cottonwood wash/Paria River dirt road to Grosvenor (Butler) arch
* Kodachrome Basin (hike “Parade” and box canyons loop)
* Bryce Canyon National Park then on to Escalante, Utah
* Cancelled all our dirt road travel when we woke up to snow in Escalante
* Goblin Valley State Park then on to Ogden, Utah
* Interstate (through some serious snow in Northern Utah) back home.
Part of the fun of any “road trip” is the many interesting and wonderful people you meet along the way. We met more than our share but a few honorable mentions:
* Fred (Sawtooth photo) joined us for a Cracker Barrel lunch in Boise
* Al Hamann (a colorful character to say the least) CEO of Sun’s Inc. Passive Solar Products at Cindi’s Café in Huntington, Utah
* 15 year old “life is good” waitress at the Moab, Utah Pizza Hut
* Ana and daughter Tina ~ Santo Domingo Pueblo (turquoise & bread)
* Patricia (owner) at the Cerrillos, New Mexico turquoise mine museum
* “Love’s his job” and knowledgeable ranger at El Morro national monument
* Acoma Indian waitress at Grants, New Mexico
* Young Zuni girl with her special puppy “Angel”
And I just as well get the big confession out of the way. I gained back 6 pounds on this 12 day trip (and it is no mystery how that happened), of the hard lost pounds I from the preceding two and half months (“New Year’s resolution”). We ate a LOT at a LOT of family cafés and had many Denny’s specials. We found a few places to eat that were just flat out fantastic:
1. Homestead Steak House in Blanding, Utah (Order the French dip sandwich, which is served on fresh doughy bread, lots of beef, onions, green pepper, and cheese). Oh my!
2. The Family Hogan in Tuba City, Arizona. They were out of the Navajo mutton stew so I had the open face hot beef sandwich and a pizza sized Navajo fry bread with butter, sugar and cinnamon on the side (a vanilla milk shake too). I enjoyed each and every bite. The food was excellent and portions – generous.
3. Escalante Outfitters café (Pesto chicken pizza). Always good food can be found here and friendly people working there.
* Skip Chu Chu’s restaurant outside the Zuni pueblo. It was worth the view and a try, but the food was just not up to “road trip” standards.
I hope you enjoy some of the selected photographs I post from this road trip.
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University of California, San Francisco police car # 2271, a Ford Police Interceptor, sits in the Emergency entrance to the Parnassus hospital campus. Taken by a Nikon N75 with a Nikkor 28-80 ƒ3.3-5.6 G lens on Fujicolor Superia 400. Negative scanned into computer by an HP G4010. Dust removal, color and gamma correction done in Paint Shop Pro Photo X2.
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Debt of Honor
G. P. Putnam’s Sons, 1994
Jacket design and illustration by Lawrence Ratzkin
From the dust jacket:
Every novel by Tom Clancy has been "a jaw-tightener and a nail-biter of the first order," as the San Diego Union described Without Remorse. But Debt of Honor surpasses them all, with Jack Ryan facing his greatest challenge – against a peril that may become all too real.
In retrospect, it would seem an odd way to start a war…
The end of history. The new world order. Fine phrases, but as Jack Ryan is about to discover, history isn’t dead yet – and only the nature of the threat is new.
On the Pacific island of Saipan, a wealthy Japanese businessman regards his new-bought land with satisfaction. In the Indian Ocean off Sri Lanka, a foreign navy begins a series of highly unusual exercises. At the headquarters of America’s major stock-clearing corporation, an engineer brings a customized computer program on-line for the first time, and smiles at his own private joke. Three seemingly unrelated incidents, but all just the first links in a chain of events that will stun the world.
Called out of retirement to serve as the new President’s National Security Advisor, Jack Ryan quickly realizes that the problems of peace are fully as complex as those of war. Enemies have become friends, friends enemies, and even the form of conflict has changed. What he cannot realize, however, is just how close the next conflict is. And when one of those new enemies readies a strike not only at America’s territory, but at the heart of her economy, it is Ryan, with the help of CIA officers John Clark and Domingo Chavez, who must prepare an untested President to meet the challenge, if Ryan can only figure out how. For there is a debt of honor to be paid – and the price will be terrifyingly high…
Debt of Honor is Tom Clancy’s most timely and gripping novel yet. Filled with the exceptional realism and intricate plotting that are his hallmarks, it attests to the words of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch: "This man can tell a story."
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