“Amy, phone for you.” It was the third week in May and already starting to get hot. They had just brought out the big floor fans in the library. No air conditioning in the main reading/reference areas of this old building; that was reserved for the collections and computers. There was a Paul
Gimble-Hayes on the line from HRI. Ross had given him my number.
“You know we’re setting up the new regional office here, as well as the research wing of the Refugee Office—I’m calling to see if you can give us any time. Unfortunately, it has to be on a strictly volunteer basis. Probably just phone stuff at first, though Ross thought you could coordinate the other volunteers and he said he wanted you working on the detention research, I think, something like that; you’ll need to talk directly to him. But we’re not in a position to…
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