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Sons of the Sun

September 30, 2016

“They call us Sons of the Sun” a wiry Djiboutian explains to me as I sit at a bus stop squinting down a shimmering dirt road. ┬áThe heat is oppressive, and the color palette is a mute brown. ┬áThe uniforms are brown, the roads are brown, a brown film of talcum dust covers every surface, […]