The walk through no man's land at the Killis/Azaz border crossing had me blinking through sweat at my dusty surroundings. We had just watched the Hayat Convoy for Syria successfully pass through, laden with aid not bound for Damacus, but heading to be distributed from Azaz. We were in Free Syria now - as opposed to regime controlled Syria - and this unofficial entry would keep the aid, and us, … [Read more...] about Syria – The Writing on the Wall