I just finished Long Walk Home by Jude Tebbutt.
It's a very honest book, by an ordinary person, who had a series of extraordinary and horrifying experiences. She may have gained some catharsis from writing this book, I don't know. Reading it has left me with sadness for her, but also great respect for her resilience and pragmatism.
Behind the scenes, as her son fought to get her home, Things Happened that she can't tell in the book for fear of compromising individuals, but there are clearly whole worlds of movers and shakers and parties around on the international scene who have to deal with kidnap and goodness knows what, goodness knows how.
We feel safe, don't we, in our nice cosy country, but we're only a hair's breadth away from anarchy. And I don't want to go anywhere near bloody Somalia, ever.