An Ethiopian airstrike had struck a jam-stuffed town market that day, killing small bunches. We looked as the fundamental misfortunes appeared at Mekelle's greatest facility.
Days sometime later, three aide workers from Specialists Without Boundaries were savagely killed by dark aggressors.
In the open country, the contention was moving at a furious speed. Ethiopian military positions fell like dominoes. Hours after the Tigrayans obliterated the strategic cargo plane, we showed up at a camp holding two or three thousand as of late gotten Ethiopian officials, around 30 miles south of Mekelle.
Gathered behind a security hindrance, the prisoners launched out into recognition when we wandered from our vehicle — trusting, they later explained, that we were Red Cross workers.
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