Two weeks ago, I flew from the epicentre of one crisis to another, in my pajama top, praying the plane would take off and I would make it to my family.  I’m Italian, grew up in the United States, and have lived in Tunisia for the past four years.

I work for an aid agency that supports Libya, where fighting is forcing people to flee their homes, and more and more people rely on international assistance to get by. Like many aid workers, I’ve been running away from home – in my case it’s Italy – most of my life, but when the prime minister announced a lockdown to curb the spread of COVID-19, I got the last flight out of Tunis, with no time to change clothes.