Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Welcome Home, M. La Mort


For those of you wondering if I’m dead, I’m not. Thanks for your emails. But others are; I know some of them. After the waves of anger and sadness, death still stands near. It breathes in my ear, it casts shadows. Things slow down in its presence.

Damien Gugliermina was among those who died yesterday in the AirServ crash outside Bukavu. He was a genuine spark among the species, alive with every fiber and neuron. He was dedicated in the usual ways that people are in this line of work, his intensity offset by an easy humor and realism about these wars and the impact of our muddling humanitarian institutions.

We first met in 2006 in Kinshasa, then later here in Goma, and again in Bukavu throughout that year. I saw him a couple of weeks ago in Goma, the same ready smile and sparkle in his eye. That was Damien yesterday. Today his body is being recovered from the 10,000 foot escarpment near the Bukavu airport where his plane was headed when it crashed.

Today I’m on a flight with the same aviation company, a non-profit humanitarian air service that flies aid workers and Congolese VIPs around the country’s trouble spots. After yesterday’s tragedy, I didn’t expect to fly today. Late last night I learned my flight to Beni was still on for this morning.

I stood on the tarmac this morning waiting to board our Twin Otter, ignoring the aviation authorities hitting me for a bribe. The pilot strode up and we started chatting about the crash yesterday. "I wouldn't want to speculate about any errors committed by a fellow pilot," he explained. "Surely there are lessons to be learned?" I ventured. It seemed a strange answer to a natural question about possible cause.

We stopped in Bunia on our way to Beni, to refuel and drop off passengers. The pilot and I hung around on the tarmac; me remembering my experiences in Ituri over the years during the war, and how calm things seemed now.

We started chatting again. He asked me what I was doing in eastern Congo. I described my work for the peace negotiator, Abbe Malu Malu, and why I would be in Butembo meeting Mai Mai groups and planning community reconstruction projects using ex-combatants. He took his sunglasses off and looked at me. "That must be the greatest job in the world!" For once, I thought, I can accept this compliment--he was right.

We resumed our flight to Beni, a short hop from Bunia. We entered a storm, my mind was on the conditions that led to the crash of yesterday. We bounced around in the plane, we were flying blind, and I was afraid. I never regretted, though, why I was here and what I am doing. I'm sure that Damien never did either.

8 comments:

Jason said...

Well said. Damien was one of my best friends in DRC. I'm shocked and saddened that I'll never see him again.

Anonymous said...

Hey, I don't know you but I was a friend and colleague of Damien's. What you wrote about him is beautiful and strikingly true. I could see him by reading your lines. Thanks.

Safia said...

I'm sorry for your friend!!
Really, my husband I were wondering if you were in that flight. I am glad you are safe and writing again.

Safia

Faiza said...

In Somalia we say “malag intuu kaa maqan yahay qeyrkaa buu ku maqan yahay”

Which means I think “when death is not near you, it is with someone you know or with the same age” it is always near!

Despite the sadness, we should be grateful for those who died while doing a work they love, while helping the poor and the destitute.

Faiza –Michael Brown’s friend

Anonymous said...

I was just looking for the list of people who died...do you have any idea where to find it? I have spent quite a while involved in DRC and the region, vaguely knew Damien...very sad for him and the others.

edward b. rackley, phd said...

yes i have a list of victims but you'll have to write to me directly so i can forward it to you...

Dana said...

I knew Damien from student days. He was already a vibrant person and good friend to us all. Thank you for one more glimpse into his life at a sad time, and thank you for the work you all do.

Anonymous said...

That's terrible to hear about your friends but I think you are doing tremendous work out there.
Keep it up for