Saron Ayelign's Message to Abiy Ahmed


An Ethiopian airstrike had struck a jam-packed town market that day, killing handfuls. We looked as the main losses showed up at Mekelle's biggest clinic. 


Days after the fact, three guide laborers from Doctors Without Borders were fiercely killed by obscure attackers. 


In the open country, the conflict was moving at an angry speed. Ethiopian military positions fell like dominoes. Hours after the Tigrayans destroyed the tactical freight plane, we arrived at a camp holding a few thousand recently caught Ethiopian officers, around 30 miles south of Mekelle. 


Grouped behind a security barrier, the detainees ejected into commendation when we ventured from our vehicle — trusting, they later clarified, that we were Red Cross laborers.

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