In March of 2015, Ibrahim crammed his wife and nine kids into a car and raced out of the Yemeni city of al-Dhale as it crumbled. They hoped to find a way out of Yemen at the port city of Aden. But first they had to pass through a checkpoint.
Brian McKanna writes from Turkey’s coldest city: “Will Russia cut off our natural gas? The answer is always the same: It doesn’t matter. We can make it through winter without gas. We can always burn our tezek.”
In Djibouti, writes Rachel Pieh Jones, the work of dilals, or house finders, is unheralded yet profound: “Home becomes our place of melding the old and new, familiar and foreign, into the shape of our own liking.”