Throwback: This is taken on my first trip to Buram in November 2010, in an isolated village in Al Dar in South Kordofan. The village folks came to meet us and the women were simply beautiful in their brightly coloured tobes. I remembered how blue the sky was. As usual, the air was hot and stifling. Two little boys sat beside me. One had an open wound on his ankle and his sister did her best to flick the flies hovering around it. Memory is certainly a strange thing.
