We were on our way to the remote area of Koya, south of the mountains, a four-hour ride on donkeys to reach a community hit by a measles outbreak. On the way, we found a woman who had just given birth, completely alone. We stopped, cut the cord, helped deliver the placenta, and, thank God, both mother and baby were well. Then we continued our journey. When we reached the village, we met the community leaders. They told us that one in ten children died before reaching their fifth birthday. We also discovered a man practicing traditional “medicine”: he was cutting the uvula of sick children and charging ten thousand…