Rebel Without Borders
Frontline Missions in Africa and the Gulf
Marc Vachon, Stephanie Dickison, Christopher Heard, Marc Vachon with Fran?ois Bugingo, translated by Charles Phillips, François Bugingo
ECW Press
Livre numérique
This is a true story. Marc Vachon was born in Montreal in 1963. He went from
one foster home to another. He knows the injustices that the weak must suffer
in any society. He knows the violence, the abuse, and the emptiness that life
can offer in so-called developed countries. He dealt with it the only way
possible: through drugs and crime. He turned into "a bad egg" as he puts it.
Until the day when, escaping an unbearable situation at home, he came across
Doctors Without Borders (MSF) in Paris. Since he had some experience in
construction, he was hired to supervise the logistics of a cholera camp in
Niaminthutu, Malawi. From that point on, he drew on the survival instincts he
picked up on the streets, delving into his work to forget the pain, never
looking back. He made himself indispensable, quickly becoming the frontline
logistician for MSF, moving mountains, commanding respect, afraid of nothing
or no one, able to build shelters for tens of thousands of refugees in record
time. Power struggles often occur in the humanitarian sector, and Marc Vachon
could never really accept them. They always seem to go hand-in-hand with
injustice. This has inspired him to deliver a biting and fascinating review of
humanitarian aid, or at least the way it is in the present "news-
entertainment" era.
one foster home to another. He knows the injustices that the weak must suffer
in any society. He knows the violence, the abuse, and the emptiness that life
can offer in so-called developed countries. He dealt with it the only way
possible: through drugs and crime. He turned into "a bad egg" as he puts it.
Until the day when, escaping an unbearable situation at home, he came across
Doctors Without Borders (MSF) in Paris. Since he had some experience in
construction, he was hired to supervise the logistics of a cholera camp in
Niaminthutu, Malawi. From that point on, he drew on the survival instincts he
picked up on the streets, delving into his work to forget the pain, never
looking back. He made himself indispensable, quickly becoming the frontline
logistician for MSF, moving mountains, commanding respect, afraid of nothing
or no one, able to build shelters for tens of thousands of refugees in record
time. Power struggles often occur in the humanitarian sector, and Marc Vachon
could never really accept them. They always seem to go hand-in-hand with
injustice. This has inspired him to deliver a biting and fascinating review of
humanitarian aid, or at least the way it is in the present "news-
entertainment" era.
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