As a third-year medical student midway through a family-medicine rotation, I’m supervised by a family physician in several free clinics in our large city.
On Fridays, we run a clinic for torture victims who’ve left their home countries to seek asylum in the US. I’ve been following a new patient, Julian, an African refugee.
Julian is a small, thin man in his early thirties. His large eyes, shy smile and soft voice belie the determination