The Morning Brew: Dodging death in East Aleppo
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Dodging death in East Aleppo
An American journalist trapped along with 300,000 residents is filing dispatches from East Aleppo, which has been besieged by government forces.
He describes the horrors faced by residents who are shelled constantly and whose hospitals have been destroyed.
The morning sun casts an eerie glow over the city's quiet streets. Aleppo's buildings have been pulverized by missiles. In some of their remains, you can see a clock hanging on the wall, clothes in an open closet, toys in the rubble. It's hard to imagine that each apartment once had a living, breathing family inside it.
My driver is Ahmad. He's a skinny guy from a small village. He and I get along well, although he speaks a dialect that takes me a few seconds to understand whenever he talks. He has other important work that keeps him busy but he likes to help us out. Unfortunately, my car ran on gasoline — one of the first casualties of the siege as there isn't a drop of it to be had in the city — but Ahmad's runs on diesel.
My gasoline ran out weeks ago, and my trusty car was subsequently hit by an air strike. Now to get to a story we either grab a ride from someone, run to the site (if we know the direction), or hitchhike. It's not the most security-conscious way to travel, but it's the best we can do under the circumstances.