Before fleeing the advances of the Islamic State (IS) group, Baroj worked as a specialist nurse in the intensive care unit of Salam hospital in Mosul, northern Iraq.
Before I could see him, I could hear his screams coming towards us through the fabric of the field clinic tent. Carried in a standard issue dark thermal blanket by four young men; he was in tears, screaming and writhing in agony.
Our team in Kabo was a mix of nine different nationalities, with different cultures and personalities, and most of them were fluent in French and I wasn’t. But we’re all flexible enough to meet each other halfway.
