By Michela Wrong
At the close of my novel Borderlines the heroine, a British lawyer who has worked on a border dispute case on behalf of a small state in the Horn of Africa, bumps into a professor from the country concerned, a former friend. She has lost faith in the law, he has gone into exile. The war both of them hoped to avert with a ruling in The Hague is brewing again, with troops building up on both sides and fresh trenches being dug. It’s a sad, bitter-sweet moment.
