Credit Courtesy of Steven Kasher Gallery. Credit Mara Sanchez Renero. Credit Andras Bankuti. Silva spoke at the Bronx Documentary Center on Aug. The following week, he went into surgery. He is doing well. It happened. My time came, I guess. From the very moment that I stood on that land mine, that morning on Oct. My number came up. And here I am, nine months later. This April in particular was pretty bad. We lost three friends, Tim , Chris and Anton.
As it turned out, Libya was a pretty harsh mistress β not only for the foreign expat journalists working there, but for local journalists, too. Being in Walter Reed as a patient, every day is an awakening. Every day you see miraculous things happen before your eyes. But I always get to see how lucky I am. And they have to start life anew. But it is an inspiration, because it teaches you that no matter how bad you have it, somebody else has always got it worse than you.
There was nothing ominous about it. It was just mundane border patrol. It was that kind of morning. I was the third man in line. The guy up front was a dog handler.
There was a guy following , providing security, and there was me. And I found it. I heard the mechanic click. I knew: this is not good. And I found myself lying face-down on the ground, engulfed in a cloud of dust, with the very clear knowledge that this has just happened and this is not good. I could see my legs were gone, and everybody around me was dazed.
They immediately sprang into action. I got dragged out of the kill zone, for safety reasons, to a patch of ground a few yards away. Immediately, there were medics working on me.
