Fifteen years ago I strung together a handful of assignments for relief organizations and newspapers and got myself to the border between Kosovo and Albania just as the Serbian ethnic cleansing of Kosovo got underway and the first refugees started arriving.
The desolate town of Kukes in Northern Albania was a sad, lawless place for these poor folks to seek shelter, but it was better than nothing.
A request for options for a book cover on international health sent me back to the archives, and I came across this shot that I still really like.
© Lars Blackmore/Ameridane Press
