Rumble: Talks with a security guard
A story from my friend Enrico, who works in Bor, South Sudan:
I was leaving the UN compound heading to the office. The security guard who had just opened the gate for me, asked me for a lift into town since his shift was over. He hopped in.
Even though the drive took just 10 minutes, but I felt obliged to keep a bit of a conversation going.
Me: “Have you received any security training?”
The guard: “Yes!”
Me: “Can you give me an example?”
The guard: “How to switch on the security lights”
…
Me: “What would you do if you saw a thief in our compound?”
The guard: It’s like when you hunt a wild animal: stalking and attacking”
Me: “What if he’s armed?”
The guard: “I’m not allowed to use a gun myself, it’s against the rules, but I have the stick I use to kill the snakes at night!”
Read more stories from Enrico about life in Sudan.
Picture courtesy Ulrik Pedersen
Peter. Flemish, European, aid worker, expeditioner, sailor, traveller, husband, father, friend, nutcase. Not necessarily in that order.
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