Vachon was a self-proclaimed bad egg'. Until the day when, escaping an unbearable situation at home, he came across Doctors Without Borders (Medecins Sans Frontieres) in Paris. Since he had some experience in construction he was hired to supervise the logistics of a cholera camp in Malawi. From that point on he drew on his survival instincts he picked up on the streets. He soon made himself indispensable, quickly becoming the frontline logistician for MSF. He also became an adventurer. A biting and fascinating review of humanitarian aid.'
