Barefoot flight from Mosul: The long road to safety
A thin, dark column of figures winds across the barren hills on the outskirts of west Mosul, through clouds of dust thrown up by mortars falling around them. With wide, fearful eyes in faces drawn from months of malnutrition, some stagger out of exhaustion or hobble in broken plastic sandals. Others walk barefoot. Many women carry young children or are heavily pregnant. Aged grandparents are...