In the years that followed our abduction, I think we all recovered in some uneven way. The suffering welded and changed us. Now we were scattered around the world in an intensely remembered network, and even if there would be no grand reunion, cohesion wasn’t totally lost.
I was spending hours alone with my thoughts, ever since a gang of pirates kidnapped me from a car outside the dusty crossroads town of Galkacyo, in central Somalia, during a reporting trip in 2012. The mystery of this song became an obsession.