Emergency Sex

Three UN workers get dispatched to places where people and morals were dying in the 90s': Cambodia, Liberia, Haiti, Bosnia, Liberia, Rwanda and maybe some other third world assfuck country I might have forgotten. The book follows the three's experience all the way from days when they led lives similar to ours: Get up, work, get back home and cry, to days when standing knee-deep in piles of corpses and experiencing backwards ignorance (read: female genital mutilation) were routine.

Gore, sex and guns happen to make me very happy (not together, separately) so I really enjoyed this book, so much that I finished it in less than two days. I read it while I shat, I read it while I slept, I read it while I marched, it was that captivating. More maturely, this book gives you an insight on how one of the world's most recognisable organisation operates and it will depress the more naive readers out there. Also, you lose track of what's good and what's bad.

A small African boy, high on drugs and alcohol, holding an automatic rifle. The U.N. promising prisoners a better holding place if they confess to their crimes, a father does so, confessing to contributing to the genocide and then fingering his 10-year-old son as well, of the same crime.

One more thing to note, Heidi (recently divorced and joined the U.N. because she needs a paycheque) fucks a lot of black cocks, at the rate slightly less than the number of civilians killed in the Rwandan genocide.

Yeah, that was inappropriate but that's not important. Go find the book, buy it or borrow it (I borrowed it because I'm a cheap bastard) but be prepared for people staring at you weird if you read it in public because the book's title happens to be printed in big red fonts.