Getting to see Sana’a in 2009 was an honor. It was one of my favorite cities: ever. Anywhere. I stayed with a friend and I got to wander around sometimes with him and his family, but sometimes alone. It was the weight of history and the air of what was about to happen: I frequently described Yemen as ‘better than a set from the Passion of Christ’. It felt old, dusty, but also warm and familiar.
At the time, I made some videos of my trip. You can see me talk about spending time with some local aunties, and how they fed me. I also have a stack of photos from that trip that I never looked at. What’s happening in that country is truly horrid and makes me feel sick to my stomach. (My friend managed to leave, but his family remains in Sana’a.)
You hear about the hospitality of that part of the world but you never truly understand it until you’ve been a guest. Then it’s a memory that you’ll never lose.
