MSF South Asia 235d ago

When Dima regained consciousness in the hospital he’d phoned his mother to tell her that ‘everything was fine- just a few scratches.’ ‘It wasn’t true.’ he tells me, ‘there was a big hole in my my leg and in my ear and arm.’ He still can’t sleep- ‘my nightmares are always the same; they’re taking me from the hospital back to the trenches- and then I am above- I am the drone making the projectile drop that hits me.’ Dima flies FPV drones so he knows how this looks.