KutaAsfar

"It was 1989 in the town of Wau in Southern Sudan. When I arrived in the small house where I was to live for a year, a dog was guarding the place. A special bond developed between her and me. In this house without water or electricity, my room was a small, bright room accessed by an old wooden staircase attached to the front of the house. Every evening, a few minutes after me, Asfar would discreetly climb this outside staircase and come to bed on the tiny wooden landing. I would invariably find her in the morning looking at me fondly when I opened the door to my room. We lived a year of mutual admiration for the chaos of South Sudan at that time. Then an event among others forced me to leave the city for ten days. When I returned, Asfar had disappeared."