It's easy to talk in hindsight, we sometimes say. And I agree, sometimes that statement is rather simplistic. As a researcher, with conflict and crisis areas as my field of work, I have become familiar with uncertainty and chaos, with facing dangers from time to time. I have managed to hold my own in some of the most volatile regions of our earth. However, the enemy I encountered 333 days ago was one I was never prepared for. This invisible enemy in the land of the blind, snatched me away from my familiar front lines and placed me on a completely different one: 333 days on an unknown front line. Lost in Chaos There I lay, in intensive care, a world away from the places where I once researched and reported. At that moment, the memories of the chaos and violence of the past decade seemed even more distant. I had just given mytje the OK sign of divers and I got one back from her so that meant she could see me and that I was still there. My hands were tied to the bed with soft "handcuffs," a hose down my throat
