Editorial & Reportage
Quiet can be deafening. A long eerie silence is suddenly punctuated by the symmetrical stamping of heavy boots on hard rock. Our Landcruiser grinds to a momentous halt as my cameras fly off the seat, plunging into a dusty footwell. Twenty-four heavily armed soldiers from the Ethiopian National Defence Force parade past the front of the truck in green and brown fatigues, each shouldering a rifle of soviet origin; AK47, AK103, RPK, PS4, they have it all. The troupe marches on past us and down a dust-strewn alleyway, clipping scarred metal magazines into rifles as the disappear into the dense scrubland – it’s almost dark and soon the night sky will be their only illumination.