Powder Keg

“Just a short time ago, I was taken hostage in a small Mozambique village. Now I’m speeding through the bush in a pick-up truck driven by the boss of a criminal gang, his underlings hooting and hollering in the back. They are going to ‘finish’ me, they had told me earlier, and I am convinced that they will stop at the next clearing and beat me to death like a dog.” Bartholomäus Grill on the risks of trying to get the scoop on rhino poachers who are drawn in by the big money Rhino-horn powder market (in some places, it’s considered a miracle drug).

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