Bearing Witness, Losing Her Life: I got to know Camille Lepage on my first trip to South Sudan last summer. A jaunty young Frenchwoman who tooled around the rutted dirt roads of Juba on the back of a beat-up old motorcycle, she was hoping to work with me on the story I had come to town to cover, and I had received a slew of email messages from her.
When we met at the outside patio at the Logali House, a popular haunt for journalists, I had to tell her I had already been assigned to work with another photographer. She was characteristically blunt in letting me know that she was disappointed, but then immediately began sharing beers, contacts and safety tips with me.
