It's funny for you, isn't it?
Twenty years ago, in the last months of her life, my mother campaigned to draw attention to the horrific and indiscriminate impact of landmines1. She visited affected3 areas such as Huambo in Angola and Travnik in Bosnia. She heard how people in these communities lived in constant fear that each step may be their last. She met with those who had suffered life changing injuries as a result of anti-personnel mines, she listened to their stories, and helped share them with the world.
At the time, the attention my mother brought to this issue wasn't universally popular; some believed she had stepped over the line into the arena4 of political cam
