Work and Travel on Four Different Continents

Freetown, Sierra Leone.waves breaking below your window.
We touch down at Lunghi International 17.00 PM lateAfter dinner at the Continental Restaurant we meet
afternoon. Our contact has shown his presence, andother guests, amongst them one who works for the
we are whisked through Immigration, Customs at anU.N.H.C.R. We get to know the Soldiers of Fortune
unusual speed, considering the location we are in.who are present, ex French Legionnaires who now
Chauffeur, car awaiting us in the Parking lot and wedo covert operations for the CIA. One guy in
take off to cross the Lagoon that separates Lunghiparticular arises my interest, I am told he is a
International to Freetown. Once we arrive theHelicopter Pilot, a real crazy guy. French, in his mid
Hovercraft Ferry docked at the port, we take seatsforties, you can see that he is different from the
in the reserved space. And this moment I catch theothers. He appears with a Jute sack in his hand and
striking image of the young kids sitting on the craft'sremoves the thread that is tight around its neck. The
deck sideways from the main cabin. I hadn't noticedbar dames are all too curious and come all to see the
them when we entered the Hovercraftwhat's in the sack. Reaching into the sack he pulls his
You feel the sadness, the endless misery, thehand out fast, giving the impression something bit
emptiness in their faces, the pain that those kids hadhim. The girls all scream and run in all directions. He
gone through, for they are victims of Fodeh Sankoh'srepeats the whole show a few times, much to the
Rebel Militias. A senseless, barbaric horde of brutalamusement of all present. The spectacle ends when
criminals, enjoying the pains inflicted on the little kids,he empties the sack and nothing appears. All laugh
maiming and injuring those for live. I recall the looks inafter the girls reappear, and punish him for the scare
those eyes as if occurring today. An everlastinghe put onto them.
impression one can not forget, for those kids wereWe retire late that evening and sleep with the waves
without arms, or wrists.beneath us battering the shore.
Fodeh Sankoh, the main Rebel who never admittedI wake up by a strange noise, coming from the sea.
to his crimes, his guerilla fighters would ask hisIt is dawn, before 06.00 AM, and I hear a whining
captives the gruesome question :"Short sleeve orsound approaching the Hotel, very rapidly. I am up at
long sleeve ..." Any comment would be superfluous toonce, a relict of my Army training, rush to the
describe the agony suffered by those who fell intowindow just in time to sea a Bell Military Chopper
the hands of their captors.approaching low over the sea at full speed towards
After the Ferry ride we continue to Freetown wherethe Hotel, and as fast as it approaches, lifting up
another car waits to take us to our hotel, the Capefrom the sea right in front of my room. Hovering
Sierra, the only decent place run by an Italiansideways like a swing in a Fun park, the Chopper lies
businessman. During the war the hotel became aalmost idle in the air after the fast upswing, and then
command post for the Rebels, then for the troopsdrops back over the sea to disappear. The howling
of the O.A.U , the CIA, the U.N. All were crammed inof the Turbines still in my ears, I see the face of the
this hotel.Pilot and recognize the daredevil I saw the previous
Upon arrival we are greeted by the Italian owner,night at the bar. A stunning display of Piloting skills,
who arranged our contact in Sierra Leone. We aredangerous but done with a precision that leaves no
here to negotiate a business deal with anroom for error.
International Company to sell our Packaging Products.When I walk down for breakfast I am told this is his
The room is what one would call "a room with away of waking up the other guests lodging at the
view", overlooking the Emerald sea, about hundredHotel.
meters below us. Really magnificent to see the...................................................next : Business and Departure .