Quand le job rêvé se transforme en cauchemar: les tribulations d’un fonctionnaire éthiopien de la Banque Mondiale.
In 1978, my father, Yonas Biru, fled Ethiopia to escape a reign of terror imposed by a communist junta. His endeavor was risky. Anyone who was caught fleeing was shot dead on the spot. He fled under the cover of night with only the clothes he wore, a plastic water canteen and an Ethiopian Coptic cross. Continue reading