On a dirt track somewhere outside Khartoum, Samar* ran. No plan, just a need to get away. “It is like being on fire”, she tells The Independent from the shelter of a refugee camp in Turkana, Kenya's arid north. “You just run without realising it, until you reach a place you never even planned to get to. In Sudan there was nothing but death.”
She arrived stricken with cholera, travelling with children who were not all her own – nieces and nephews gathered along the way as families fractured under fire. Three years ago today two rival factions of the country's military opened fire on each other in the capital Khartoum. What followed has became one of the world's most catastrophic humanitarian disasters, with nearly one-in-three Sudanese having been driven from their homes. Millions, like Samar, have fled across borders into already overstretched neighbouring countries.
