THERE'S NO POETRY IN A TYPHOON
JOURNALISM'S FRONT LINES
by Agnès Bun
translated from the French by Melanie Ho
"I saw my first dead body on November 9, 2013. He was five. He was lying in the rubble of a demolished church that had entombed eight of its faithful in Tacloban City, the ville-martyr of this impoverished region in the Philippines where a violent typhoon had hit only a day before."
Agnès Bun is a video journalist for Agence France-Presse. Before the age of 30, she had reported on the aftermath of the 2013 typhoon, come under fire in Eastern Ukraine, covered fatal earthquakes in Nepal and floods in Sri Lanka, filmed the Rohingya refugees in Bangladesh. She reflects on the moments of guilt and grace she experienced, and the haunted, hopeful faces she came across during these extraordinary assignments on the edge of life.
Excerpt in South China Morning Post
Coverage in Business Times
(To be published digitally in India by Juggernaut from mid-November)
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