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Caught in a rebel offensive in eastern Chad

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GOZ-BEIDA, Chad – Harsh light and shifting shadows in the windblown desert of eastern Chad can conjure strange images, but this was no mirage. Lurking in the shade of a thorn tree was the dark outline of a pick-up truck carrying a dozen men brandishing weapons. Ruled by the gun, this lawless corner of Africa borders Sudan and has inherited the violent power struggles from neighbouring Darfur. The shapes under the tree spelled trouble. I quickly ordered the driver of our battered Suzuki Samurai to U-turn, but as we accelerated away, kicking up sand, the sharp “crack-crack-crack” of gunshots split the air

We stopped and seconds later hordes of sweaty gunmen swathed in turbans and “magical” leather amulets swarmed us, shouting and shoving their weapons in our faces, pulling us roughly from the car while banging their fists on the roof. Grabbing our driver’s mobile phone, documents and cigarettes, and a satellite phone belonging to my travelling partner, an American human rights researcher, the gunmen ordered us to follow them back into the desert.

We’d set out from town that morning to interview far-flung civilians displaced by years of conflict stemming from Darfur and now destabilising both Chad and Sudan. The two oil-producing rivals accuse each other of backing rebels trying to topple their respective governments. There are 250,000 Sudanese refugees in a dozen camps in eastern Chad and 180,000 displaced Chadians, the U.N. says.

Rampant banditry plus ethnic and tribal animosity fuelled by competition for scarce water and arable land mean few can return home.

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Exactly a year ago I commenced 6 months with MSF in Kerfi south of Goz beida, surrounded by overflowing wadis treating and feeding refugees and townspeople. We were blessed with a relatively peaceful time, reading these reports I am back there with you as you negotiate the fears. It’s always the young men, aimless, angry, drunk, who can be convinced to fight anyone for anything. I saw the power that toyota pickups and rpg’s bestow…I have my leather amulets that I received in Chad while I worked there and I hold them as I think of the desperate poverty of those proud people, nomads, arab and settled who had nothing and were slowly accepting our help. Now I see the victims-my patients- in my mind, mostly women and children being abandoned as we too have to abandon our posts. I just heard ‘my’ clinic was attacked and the staff and patients beaten.

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