Dawn. As the red sun edges over the horizon, a crowd of frail bodies gathers in the chill morning air outside the UNICEF feeding center in Bardera, a small town in southern Somalia. Each person clutches an aluminum pot or gourd to be filled, they hope, with a meal of brown gruel before the day is over. For four weeks now they have been been arriving at the rate of 150 to 200 a day from villages as far as 125 miles away, camping overnight in abandoned huts and making their way to the center in the predawn hours through the...
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