Staying alive

DLIB, Syria, 2013. The man pulls at pieces of rope, his arms straining, gliding the pontoon across the river. We reach shore. I clamber up a muddy bank and look back across the river, into Turkey.

A car should arrive shortly. It’s July 2013 and my fourth trip into Syria in eight months. I’m hungover and thinking, ‘If I get through this trip, can I get back into Turkey without getting caught?’