The first dead body I ever saw, was the one from Muammar al-Qaddafi. My first encounter with the Libyan Revolution was when I was working for German TV. Since there is never enough time to get close to the people in the evening news I decided to travel there alone. The people in Benghazi were already free for 4 months at the time and convinced me to go further to the besieged city of Misrata. Al of a sudden I found myself at the front line, protected by the revolutionaries, and, of course, by Allah.