June 16, 2018
The damp evening air descended, and shadows lengthened around us. We had put up three small shelters where the children had been settled, but not lit fires as we waited. There were lights ahead, and black silhouettes of sentries moving across the gates, the number of people behind the barricade increasing, no doubt, as news of our arrival spread. Before long a group separated itself and Avron and I stood and met them as they advanced down towards our camp, the last of the sunset blazing in their faces exaggerating angles and lines, their heavy clothing creaking, metal weapons clanking.