Kampala after dark was a different city. Smoke from matoke fires, headlights sweeping empty roads, and whispers from bars where spies and hustlers drank side by side.
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"Martin's leg felt damp… a scarlet-tinged, gray-green piece of brain was dangling from his sock."
Welcome to Entebbe. This isn’t the Africa of safari brochures.
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If you have to pay off a border guard to save a refugee, is it corruption—or survival? In Amin’s Uganda, the line between criminal and hero was drawn in blood and blurred by fear.
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